Don't Play with Me!
Why should I slit my wrists and die,
When you already broke my heart and made me cry
You don't have any right to come back for me
How about you go die
You've done so much damage,
You ruined my life
Sometimes I want to stab you with a knife
I have no friends, I lost my family
How about I play revenge,
I'll give you insanity
Make you regret playing my heart,
Make you regret this fricking start,
War is on, my sword is drawn,
And this was will be your loss.
This poem is about:
Me