I was blind as the river,
I didn't see the rapids pass.
Those words you harshly sounded,
Could not have been easy to surface.

You pleasantly told me I'd lost.
To go home, and blow some steam. 
To be alone with my thoughts.
All, in the end, would be just keen.

I was no longer worthy of your time.
But maybe that was not it.
You, the ******* who sold for the prime,
Are the one that now has to endure.
               --------------------------------This might be your last breath