Ex therapist
She who must not be named

For taking such a meaningful
Experience from my life

You could care less

No female friend
Ever came

Well, thanks anyway
I could care less

You ruined things

Thanks again
For ruining things

Bleh

Today it was
"Have a really nice day"

Shut up!

Or I am going to lose it

I hate this home

Tired of these people

Bubble Boy
Bubble boy

Life through a bubble
And isn't a joy

Laugh at me
Call me names

I don't care
It's all the same

My disconnected self
Is not good for my health
And for years

I've been trying
Been trying
To fix my body

But to you
I'm just the one
Who stares

The one who sits alone
Over there

America is dying
So it seems
No more American dreams

31 and living at home
I'll never have enough
Money to live alone

I see people
I hear voices
I live a life
Without choices

It's just an illusion
You see

This bubble is
Overwhelming me

I've seen all the sides of man
Been pleasuring myself
With my left hand

Hard to tell
The night
From the day

Bubble please
Go away

And he reaches inside himself
Inside the bubble
Push
Push my chest out

Shoulders and chest
Need to be aligned

"How you doing buddy?"
Oh just fine

That questioned
Was just asked behind me
But was not directed at me

I see and see and see.........
And what is the purpose
Of all this?

I'll bang this table
With my fist

This is my life inside the bubble

It's the money
That gives him
His sense of importance

Money is the root
Of all evil

I won't be here for Christmas
I don't at all care
You're just a dying body
Sitting over there

Nobody Tells Me
What to do

Nobody

I hope I have made
Myself perfectly clear

Eat healthy, get good sleep
And keep moving...

The secret to good health
That is what the ad plays
Over and over again

I learned that
It didn't matter
How many times

I lifted the weights
I would never
Get a body women liked

I learned that life is meaningless
Lonely

That my old therapist
Was never my friend
And I should not have
Considered her that

Where will I go
What will I do

Should I go to my old college
Should I sit alone
And look miserable

Hoping a woman will talk to me....
Should I just sit with my article
In the library
And become part of the wall

What a meaningless existence
And boring
And futile
And blah blah blah blah blah blah

A world full of emptiness
The self doesn't exist at all it seems

My terrible life
My lonely life
My American life

Just another day
Another day

This is just sad
Some sad ramblings

I've got to just get out there
Yea, and change things
And meet my female friend

I'll try again today

All around me are
Worn out faces

Same old places

Nothing is changing at all

On the internet
I meet wonderful people

But they are so far away

And I wonder
Am I slowly dying
Slowly dying
Slowly dying each day

And I'm alone
So alone
And I don't care

Do not care
Anymore at all

To my old therapist
I really hate you
Really hate you

Bleh

What a stupid whiner I am
Whine, don't whine
It doesn't matter

It's a big world
That swallows me whole

I'm out there somewhere
Alone

I wasn't at work
I hardly work at all

I don't have a fulfilling career
And I don't care

I am confident in man's ability
To destroy

I was called a liar
This morning
I've been called
Many negative things

Some are true
Some are not

I have watched gay ****
But am not gay

It is the money
That gives people
The right to judge

The money
That gives them their power

American dollars
Who will be elected this time?
I could care less

I'm just hear to do the minimum

I'll march to the beat
Of my own drum

And I won't be here for Christmas

I masturbated while writing this poem
Lol

I'm afraid
There is not much hope

In me meeting my female friend

Is life a joke?

First I'm here
Then I'm there

It's all so bizarre
And who cares?

Nations preparing
Their citizens for war

Aiming nuclear warheads
Oh what a bore

They're doing it again
They've done it before

Where have you gone wonder woman?
You were so kind and loving

You listened to me

You told me that one day
I could meet a female friend

That was year and a half ago

Oh well
Life is lonely

Do you have the time?

There is time
For hatred
Time for war

Time for people
To settle the score

Time to grow wealthy
Time for more

Time for grieving
Time for love

And that time
I saw a white winged dove

Time for looking down
On the valley
From above

There is always time
And time and time again
No need to force
No need to win

This is the life cycle
And it is plain to see
That time should be spent
Being me

No need
For a strong sense
Of self-identity

Cleaning the flesh light
With great care
And one night
I ******* in there....

Not that attractive
So I just stare
At the beautiful women
Walking by

My former therapist
Was full of *******
And lies

But she is happy
With her family
And all is A-okay

Is she even a Christian?
Blah
Why should it matter anyway

Everyone be concerned
About your looks
And health
Your nice car
And your wealth

Human beings
You were born to lose
Human beings born
To play the blues

Blue is the color
Of Chase bank
It Has broken down
Like a Sherman tank

Piles of debt
Reaching high to the sky

It's dangerous to dream
To fantasize

Nothing ever changes
The world will never
Meet your desires

Another happy
American family

So sure
So **** sure
Everything will be
Business as usual

One day we could
All be fighting
For our lives
Things change quickly

You live in a wealthy country
You think you are immune
From the world's problems

You are not
I'm afraid

The aliens are furious
They've had enough
They see this planet
As valuable

And human beings
Won't stop ******* it up

Trump or Clinton?
Does it matter?

A suburban woman
Commented to me
That her faith in humanity
Was restored
Because of the polite clients
She encountered
From day to day

Well
Don't be too trusting

Study world affairs
History

Humans have choices
They make good and bad ones

I am alone
In my room again

I have barely any money
I don't care

waves hello

Hi there from the internet

One day
Life will be hard

Prepare yourself

Nothing to gain
Nothing to lose

I'm just driving through
Suburban neighborhoods

Looking at women
Women I'll never know

Oh well

Better just to
Take life as it comes

It comes and goes

A white rose
Grows in the garden there

And a beautiful goddess
Bends down
With care

So radiant
And so fair
I tried not to stare

I drove in my car
I didn't drive far

Through the suburban neighborhoods

A friday night football game
A man and woman
With their son

Cruising the streets
Of my old neighborhood
Isn't it fun

My old childhood street
Is just a mile
Or so away

I'm not sure
What to do today

I'll go to the gym
And that's a bore

A life of seeing
What a snore

It seems
I am in this world
Just to see

My existence
A dull misery

Growing tired
Growing older

I have climbed
Mountain trails
And stood upon boulders

I have made some improvement
With my akward shoulder

America is quite a place
Life leaves a bitter taste

Conceptions of self
What am I
I gaze upward
Toward the sky

It's a dull reality
But I'm thankful
I am me

I miss my friend Liz
She understood
And cared for me

Now there is no one
To talk to me

It's hard to be two selves
Existing in one

When every day is exhausting
It's not at all fun

Li_ will celebrate Christmas
And not give a thought to me

It's easy when you have
People you love
And a great family

Hard when you feel alone
When you grow tired of your home

I'll spend Christmas morning
In my car
I won't drive far

There is a more of me
In my left shoulder
That in my right

My head doesn't feel centered
And its not alright

I do physical therapy
Stretches, and weights everyday
I just want symmetry
Want the akwardness
To go away

I used to be happy
I used to be able to feel

Now its just one emotion
Now you know the deal

Well my therapist
Never really cared

I'm just a lonesome body
Somewhere out there....

You had to leave me
You just had to

You prayed to God
And it was his will

To do what was best
For you and your family

Funny how God
Always wants what is best
For us, and not for others

Your higher power
Is so proud
Of how selfish
You have been

You ******* hedonist

I want ***
I want a girlfriend

But the world
Doesn't give a ****
About what we want

I was too nice
Too kind
Too trusting

Thanks for teaching me
About what a terrible place
The world is

For teaching me
Never to trust people
And betraying for trust

Thanks for taking a very
MEANINGFUL HOUR
FROM MY LIFE!

Yes I'm angry
And I have a right to be

Happy a Merry Christmas
And all that good ****
A very merry christmas

Go to your *******
Church service

I no longer care for you!
At all

As I know
You never truly
Cared for me.....

Why didn't you say
That you would miss
Our meetings?

Who knows
You're a busy person

I'm sure
I don't cross your mind

Have a good life
I hope you remember

How unfair you were
And how you deceived
A kind Christian man
Who was grateful to you

I hope you remember

How you failed
To warn me

That you would leave
At any moment

You failed
In your duty

With all your degrees
And state license
You failed

I wanted a once a week meeting
It was important to me

As I told you
I'm not willing
To see someone else

How could you
After I told
My intimate thoughts
And feelings

Shame on you
Pray for mercy
And for forgiveness

Or face the wrath
Of an angry God

I don't think my therapist
Understood
That I truly cared
And loved her

I'm too simple
Too good

She left
With a week's warning
Never to be heard
Or seen again

I hope she repents

She was my companion
And friend

I'm a good man
I'm a loving man

I love women
And yes
I can use a *******

It feels good

I don't have
Any female friends

My therapist
Was cruel
And selfish

From my therapist
I learned never
To trust human beings

How can I forgive you

You could have said
You would miss meeting with me
Or that the times were
Meaningful to you

Shame on you
For what you did

You will be put on trial
For neglect

For neglecting to care

You'll just leave
Me alone
Sitting over there

My female friend
Never came

You went on about hope
Easy for you
To blab about Hope

With your rich family

You will know
Great suffering
In this country

You will live
During the Third World War
Like I will

You will know suffering

I just wanted to meet
Once a week

Now I'm going to have
To go see another therapist
For what you did

Deceiver, Deceiver
One who deceives

The bombs fall
Where they fall
The suffering comes
To us all

Burn bright, burn bright
Burn in the middle of the night

A ruined home
At dawn's early light

******* America
******* America

A prideful, wicked, and corrupt land
Let it be judged for its sins
This is God's plan

You laughed at me
At times
I did not get as aroused
As I used to

You said, I won't write that
I wouldn't want anyone to see

I mentioned that was momentary
And that I had bought my flashlight
To ****** into

I'm a man
And considered using
A *******

I didn't know
Who I was
When I talked to you

Telling you about
Wearing *******

About being kind and loving

You are wicked
One who listens
And leaves

******* you
******* you

I'm a man
I'm a man

I don't wear women's clothes!
I'm not gay

I like women

Somebody understand me

I'm a man
And I love women

And I ****** into my flashlight

And I thought about
What it would be like
To be a woman

To be different

I thought about my identity
I tried to express

I told you all these things

******* you

You sadist
And hedonist

I bent over against the bed
And ****** it

I'm not gay!
I don't pleasure men

And the men who love
Other men
Well that is wonderful for them

You don't understand
I'm a man, I love women
I'm kind and caring

I want to pleasure a woman
I want to **** a woman

My ***** is normal
It is 6 inches

I'll show you
I'll show this flashlight
And ******* ****** into it

Men prove themselves
With feats of strength
And martial arts

While gentlemen
With good minds

Sit alone in their rooms
And *******
And cry!

There are no women
No women who want
A kind man

No women who want me

And I liked talking to you
You were kind
And caring

I trusted you
I enjoyed meeting
Once a week

Karma will come
And it won't be fun
When you suffer
Under an angry God's sun!

I'm not angry
I miss talking to you
You were my friend

I'm tired now
If I ever just walk off
Into the wilderness

It was because
I despise deceivers

I trusted you
You should have given me
More warning

Now an angry God
Will make you pay
And you should burn
Burn brightly on judgement day

Well, we all deserved damnation
But it's okay

Dear Jesus help me
Forgive the deceiver today

You failed in your duty

You became my companion
Only to leave with little warning

Yes, you are so happy
Your big home
Your husband

Who **** into you
What a wonderful life

Your duty
Was to be my friend
You have failed
Failed in your sacred duty

And one day
You will lose
You will suffer

I cared for you

You just left

I wanted to tell you
It was important to me

Speaking to you once a week

Perhaps I will print out
A picture of you
Just to burn it

You ruined things
Repent

I drive around in my car
Searching for tight female bottoms

I needn't drive far
I tried using my IPad, but
It was not meant to be

Far too big, and clumsy

So with my iPhone
I tried my luck

I missed one opportunity
The other phot was blurry
Shucks

Well, I approach
From the back

And with one small tap

An image of a toned ****
On my screen

So strange and sad
This is part
Of my American Dream

When you are poor
Life can be dull
A bit of a bore

Always alone
No loving embrace
From a woman

And no place
That feels like home

7 o'clock is the walking hour
My therapist spoke
Of her higher power

But she cared most
For money

Better not to speak of her
Let things be

Toned tight butts
In suburban neighborhoods
I will try my luck

What an idiot
With half a brain

Nothing intelligent to say

Just meaningless and the same

There is such and such
In the fridge....

I know
That's where the food is

You must be one of
the most obnoxious
And repetitive people
I have ever known

Shut your **** mouth
You rarely have anything
Worth listening to

The midwife
Delivers the baby

The child
For the first time
Open's its eyes

Welcome to
A world that lies

Welcome to suffering
Poverty and pain

And for millions
Of other children
Much the same

Bodies Go here
And bodies go there

I don't know
What it's about

And I don't really care

I just try to be kind

Life is not fair

Alone in the world

To see and to see

Without many friends

There is misery

I can here that
Frigging tv

Oh America
What a place to be

Forget these
Rich American women
I see on the tv

I want to live in harmony

With the woman
Of my dreams

Sweet Lord
This I do pray

Take me to Odessa
On this day

There I will meet
A woman so fair

Into her Russian eyes
I will stare

Browsing through
The magazines

An endless supply
Of beauties
So it seems

Dear Lord
Take me to Odessa!

Hello out there
I die in different ways

And tomorrow
It's all the same
Just another day

Don't make hardly any pay

Stupid ***** went
Through my room

Does it again
The gun will go boom

Shot her right
In the ******* head

Don't respect my privacy
Now you're dead

I really hate
These people

Prayed underneath
The church steeple

Maybe God is just stupid
Deaf or dumb

This meaningless existence
Isn't much fun

So **** the old therapist
And **** the world too

Nobody cares
What I go Through

You could
Have just told me
There were small bugs
Eating the rice

Instead of moving
All my things

And going
Through my room

I do not care
About you
At all anymore

Or if you get hit
By a truck

"I'm a woman
I have to clean"

*******,
Your ***
Has nothing to do with it

You have to clean
Because you are a lazy
Obnoxious human being

I will destroy every picture
I have of me

I don't care who else
Is in the ******* photo

Here I am
On the front lawnOf the local library
No one cares that i exist here

They simply walk
And drive
And look at their phones

And so I sit
All alone

One of the most loving
Most kind people

That ever lived

Oh well

I'm not your friend
But I want you
To open up
To me anyway

I wish
I knew
That was implied

In the client
Therapist relationship

My female friend
Never comes

Bleh
You ruined everything

This person
Isn't going to be
Home for a while
For a few hours

I'm going here

I'm doing this
We're going there

Do you ever shut
The bleep up?

NOBODY CARES
IDIOT!

Destroying All Pictures
In that Room

No they won't be there
To view next June

She sits in front
Of a television
Each and every day

Her life didn't matter much
Anyway

Many interesting things
To do and to see

She is just happy
To sit and to be

Yes
I'm destroying all pictures today

It is the past
And the past
Fades away

Remember the images
In your mind

Is it too much to handle
When I burn past times?

I don't ******* care
I'm not going to look
At myself anymore

The pictures
The pictures

Bleh
I can just barely tolerate
These people

Quit saying hello
I live here

I'll make a comment
About whatever garbage

You watch on the television
You ****

Wasting away
At the office

A miserable existence

You have to have
Alot of money
To get a girlfriend right

And have a big muscular body

Those are the things
You have to have
To go on dates

Too bad for me I guess

And talking with
My therapist was a bad idea

She listened
And cared about
What I had to say

And then she left

I don't like her
Anymore

I don't like her
I hate you

And I hate money
It was the money
It's always the money

That ruined
Our companionship

I don't have any feelings
Anymore for you

Too bad too
We were close

To having a real relationship

You ruined things

But I'm sure
It won't be
The last time

Now I have no friends
No one to meet with
Once a week

Who knows
Ask for my forgiveness

You are so mean

I used to care about you
Not anymore

Well
At least
You will have to live

In what will be a very difficult
Part of American history

You deserve to suffer some
For what you have done

Although
It is best to forgive
Those who have hurt us

Sometimes
We wish for them
To feel the same pain

I'm not that good
At forgiving sometimes

It must be nice
To hug someone
It must be nice

To love someone

I spent the day alone
I spent the night alone

And then I came home
To write this poem

Nations are never
At peace

And always on
The brink of war

Looks like
This human race
Has more
Big mess ups in store

She announces
They are going to church

I don't care
What you are doing
Where you are going

You waste your life
Watching television

Doing nothing

Why do you announce
Where you are going?

Why! Why!
Why was I born in America?

Another lonely day
Tears they pour
Down my face

I do believe in
Some kind of grace

I dream of foreign lands
A community of friends
That's a plan

To spend time
With people
Underneath the sun

I'm alone in America
That is not much fun

My therapist pretended
She went away

Some say these are
The end of days

I walk I wander

I can't go anywhere
I am too poor

I want to visit
India, Nepal,
Tibet, Mayanmar,
Bhutan, and Tibet

At least there is the internet

War torn Aleppo
Is featured
In the news today

Bombings **** the innocent

The people hope and pray

We are far
From Aleppo
A bomb not falling
On your head

And like most Americans
I had my daily bread

Even in America
Peace is no guarantee

Will North Korea
Start WWIII?

The loneliness is
All consuming
And it seems to
Never end

And so I'll just
Sit here
And watch Youtube
My friends

The sights and sounds
It seems like
Life is one big show

Is it real?
Or just a movie
I don't know

He reaches out
To touch someone
To feel something real

But no one is there

Now you know the deal

I heard her whisper
I'm quite sure
She was
Speaking of me

No
I received an A-
In senior seminar
And provided

A sound defense
Of my thesis

I received a B+
In a college statistics course

I know quite a bit
About current
Middle Eastern affairs
History, philosophy
And world affairs

No,
I'm Not stupid

I may have
Asked the same question twice
Because I was tired

Stop whispering about others
It is a filthy
And nasty little habit

People across the globe
Are enjoying my poetry

Well that is really
Something else

Maybe just a few
But that is exciting to me

I see people
I hear sounds
But these people
Don't talk to me

Where are they going?
And what are they doing?
Who knows

Some have work
In the morning

While others will stay
Up late
For a hot and steamy
Night of college ***

Good to know
That that turkey wrap
Can be relied upon

Quality turkey
And spinach

Nigel the dog
Has his own twitter

He is owned by Monty Don
British television presenter
Writer and speaker
On horticulture

I jump from one thought
To the next

The ideas have
No connection

Just as a day
Is remembered
In small segments

Random
And usually disconnected

I drove by
An Episcopelian church today

My therapist was
Was an Episcopelian

Shame
I don't belong to
A church

Here I sit
I have returned
To the college
From which
I received
My degree

That was in 2008
And what has changed
In America
Since that time

America is now
In more economic trouble
America is now
More susceptible
To terrorist attacks
Than ever before

The sunset
Was beautiful
It had been quite some time
Since I had seen
The sunset

She teaches here
The one
Who must not
Be named

It wasn't a good idea
To become friends
Sure, her client
But I feel like
I became her friend

I hope she considers
Me her friend

I think she does

Well I write to you
And to her

Not much has changed
For me

They still call out
The order numbers
Just as they did
In this cafeteria
Some eight years ago

And it's hard
The isolation
The loneliness

It was important to me
Meeting once a week

She told me about hope
I have hope
She's a Christian
Like me

I remember
The build a bear
Lol

Those times
Are not lost to me
I remember
Her kindness
And her warmth

And that office

Where has the time gone
Where does it go

I am a stranger
In this world

Where have
The people gone Liz?

I am kind
I am loving
I am noble
I am honest
I am good

I have read
Many great thinkers

I have travelled the world
Through YouTube

I know many things

I cared about you

Well
I'm going to order now

Here I am
At my Alma mater

Some dream

It will not always be easy
My fellow Americans

One day life
Will become even
More difficult

Respect your fleshlight
Keep it clean

Not every man
Finds a woman
So it seems

Hot water
Bacterial spray
And powder too

Cleanses and restores
Makes the fleshlight
Like new

Treat your fleshlight
With great care

Waves of pleasure
It will take you there

Thank you
Jeremy Scahill

For your sound
Investigative journalism

You revealed that
JSOC
Has assassinated

Foreigners
And U.S. Citizens
By Presidential decree

The land of the free?
Whoever told you that
Is your enemy

Abdulrahman al-Awlaki
Sixteen years old

Oh he was just
In the wrong place
At the wrong time

So the official story
Is told

The Khataba raid
You can read
About that too

This documentary
Makes me feel ashamed
Of the red, white, and blue

She still announces
That she is
Going to the market

Did it ever occur
To you
That I don't care

What you are doing
Or where you are going?

No
I don't think it has

Because you're
So **** stupid

There will be
Perhaps a third
World war

Human beings
Have proven
Time and time again

Their capacity
For destruction
For ruin

It's a shame

There are
Many good people
On the earth
Who just want
To live in peace

But its the bad apples
That will be
Humanity's downfall

All this kissing
And touching
And loving

So foreign
These romantic
Relationships

So foreign to me

No woman
Touches me

She failed
My therapist

A complete
And total failure

Because of her action
She only succeeded

In making me more
Remote

She succeeded
In helping me
Trust human beings
Even less

Great job
Really
Great ******* job

With your Masters degree
And your state license

And all your experience
You messed it up

You really ****** it up

Go pray to your
"Higher power"

You are weak
You sicken me

You dishonor me

I wish you had said
You would miss me

In my angry moments

I become frustrated

You hedonist
And lover
Of your self
And your own life

All I wanted was
To meet once a week

Repent for your grave error

I have repented
And you should too
You miserable wretch

You, You, You
You miserable wretch

Who smiles and encourages
Who builds a relationship

And then leaves

In my angry moments
I curse you

Goodbye Brangelina
I hardly knew ye

What I learned
About you
I just read
In a small article

Angelina has filed
For divorce
Citing Brad's ****
And alcohol problems
As well as
His parenting methods

As the reason for divorce

Celebrity marriages
Often are short lived

And yours was no exception

Goodbye Brangelina
I guess things
Just weren't meant to be...

My contribution
To society
Has been minimal

I live without plans
Without goals

Born into a prosperous society
Born into a prosperous family

Lazy
I suppose so, yes

I admire the workers
Of the world
Who toil
Who must toil
To eat

To put food
Into their mouths

I admire those
Who are committed
To something good

Doctors or nurses
Farmers
Whatever it may be

As for me
I hardly contribute
At all
To this society

It's just
I have no need to

Let others achieve
Let others work

The basic necessities
Of life
Have been provided

And so
I will work
Twice a week at most

There are my documentaries
They interest me

I don't need more
I'm just going to do
The minimum

Relax and rest

I'm not here
To make a big commitment

No plans
For a career

My therapist
Used to say
My poems were beautiful

Well
I believe she meant it

I didn't know who
I was really
Back then

Almost 17 months
Ago

I have a better idea now

I'd still like
A female friend

I'm embarrassed
About the things
I told her

Important things

And as she listened
And was supportive
It meant a great deal
To me

22 months
Of seeing her
Nearly
Once a week

Now she lives
In some big home
And has lots of money

She left her practice

She'll go on
Like these women do
To achieve
And achieve

That's great
And all

I wish
She could have stayed
Human life
Is so lonely

Did she ever realize
What a good heart I have?

Did she realize
What she was doing?

I told her she was
Like a good friend

And when the sun sets
When she relaxes
By herself

Does she ever think of me?

All I ever wanted
Was a friend like her

Once a week

I cried
Not because
I am weak

But because I am strong
I cried because
I cared about her

I'm a good guy
I'm just a man

I told her about
Embracing the feminine
And still being masculine

Seemed like she understood me
And cared too

And as the months
Turn into years
Does she think of me?

I remember still
The things she said
She was like an angel to me

I even said her voice
Was ethereal

Few are like me
A 31 year old ******

I know life will become
Difficult in America

Does she think of me

Remember me please
As I remember you

You had to leave
It's okay
I understand

I hope you say a prayer for me

That I would
One day meet my female friend

The past is gone

God First
Is the University's slogan

God is the creator
Without beginning or end

Human beings
Do not put God first
In all that they do

They are selfish
Miserable
Broken creatures

They can try
To put God first
Put they will fail
Time and time
And time again

They will hurt others
Like what my friend
Did to me

They will put
Their own
Lives first

So is it the trying
It must be the trying
At least Christians
At the university
Are trying

To put God first
In all that they do
They will fail
Definitely fail

God First
(At Least We Can Try)

Have mercy on us
Prideful, miserable
And wretched
Human creatures

We have failed
In putting God First

Forgive us Jesus
For our multitude of sins

It's not a good idea
To be a loving
Or sensitive man

In a world without relationships

In a world where no one cares

In a world where a therapist leaves

Better just to walk alone

Better not to hope
For female friends

Just go to work
Go home

Browse the internet

Welcome To The Show
A Miserable Show Indeed

Because of You
I have no plans
Or goals

Because of you

You are a deceiver
Much like Satan

A relationship
Based on trust
And love

Then you just left

Because of you

I no longer care
I no longer want a female friend

Here's to you
You miserable person

Your judgement will come

You are selfish
And you do
What is best
For you

Not for those
Who depended
Upon your friendship

Repent
You miserable person