I hope you choke on the ashes that you've left behind.
After torching every ******* bridge that you can wish to find.
I hope you drown In the memories that spill from your eyes.
And that you feel your lungs screaming for air seconds before you die.

I hope that when you finally lose control of your little ****** up game,
all the people who called you "friend" will forget your worthless name.
I hope you sit on your throne of manipulation and cry out in agony,
when you realize that the knives you stabbed into our backs are reality.

I hope you feel all of the pain so vividly described in this letter,
but above all of the suffering, I just want you to get better.