By Arcassin Burnham

From being jumped on a bus, To friends showing true colors, Take pity on you all, To death or some other My life was not a box of chocolates, More like a take cover, I pray you ******* die, Like a dreaded lover,

For my exs, You will never have my love again, You ******* are ****** anyway, I hate you all with a deep sorted passion, Make me think I'm a horrible person, Cause I love to ****, Put my frustration out on you, So the times I had with y'all will perish still, From being called a fake, To the accuse of a non cheater system, I hope you ******* have babies, And the fathers leave them.

The annoyance And the anger, Would only get me through my day, And for that I hate myself, Knock you out, So you dont have the words to say, And still I pray today, To everyone that left me behind, A horrible fate. Die.