I wrote another poem
about you just to show'em
My poems will **** you like Norman Bates
hospitals are too busy to operate
Watching you decay
Hovering over you while I *******
You're nothing to me
But a stain in the sheets
Watch you step back and retreat
Its more than another crime-scene
Just read
In between
The lines and you will see
I'm over feeling guilty
No sobbing
In tears drowning
I'm awake now flaunting
The top is so astounding
I know how this must be sounding
But you, me,and  your followers was crowding...