As I hold up this heart shaped knife,
Your tongue it sours to preserve your life,
I hear toxic words projected from your evil lips,
And don't forget the violence or your iron grips,
Our sepia tone summers veiled as your meat,
Three years dusted with candy deceit,
Wanting to collapse into an ocean backdrop,
In my hallucinations I laugh as you hop
One leg snapped, the pain on your face,
To me you're scar on the human race,
What you did was filthy- was I not enough?
Do not expect sympathy- I am too tough,
Too smart to forgive, too alive to not be free,
But worst of all you've hurt yourself...you haven't hurt me
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