As I write my final letter to you, I don't feel any remorse.

In fact, I almost feel relived to know that little parasite is gone.

I know I put the parasite on me, and I let it drain me for so long.

But now I'm over it. And as much as it pains me to say it, I'm over you too.

I've let you hurt me for far too long, and I'm not the only one it's affected.

So before I go, just wanted to say love yah, and have a nice life without me :)

This poem is about: 


Debi Lyn




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