What does it make you?
When misery is relief?
Maybe it's just me
Who finds joy
when they know
someone hates them.
One less person to love
One less person to ruin
to cry for
to apologize to
to ****.

I don't search out hate, though
I have loved,
perhaps more purely than
you could imagine.
When one fears love,
has never known it
... Well,
Who can deny
ignorance breeds
the purest of emotion?

And yet,
there comes a time
when purity runs dry
once a bubbling brook
becomes a struggling trickle
weariness replaces what
once was feeling
fleeting.

But do not weep for me
no second thoughts
no regrets
Whilst my sentiments fade
and a slumber nears
know I lived,
And how very sorry
I am
for the things
I have done