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

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