Your words were a Machete

Sliced through my essence

Causing me to doubt

The need of my presence

Am I that loathsome?

Perfect-I know-not close

But is it so bad

To deserve your THroes

Is your Heart Stone

Do your Veins run Ice

Has life sucked at your Soul

Like parasitic Lice

My life's struggles

Are more than enough for me

 I need no addundums

Only relief