Smoke your ****.
Inhale it well.
Take a deep breath.
Wake up in a prison cell.


You’re doing nothing with your life
Except sitting alone in your strife
Your insecurities eat you alive
Take the razor in your skin, and swan dive

I could waste my time and plot revenge.
An ode to my broken heart, I would avenge.
But you already wallow in self pity
While you sit on your bed all nice and pretty.

When I first liked you, I saw you as ten feet tall.
Now, I don’t even think of you at all.
Your face screams danger, your body screams deprive.
Your soul screams anger, your body is begging you to die.