Dear Tragedy,
I'm never waking up again. So I'll never have to find out what you did. Each day it's harder to pretend your eyes aren't lying as much as your mouth is.
I'd grab your head by your hair and I'd cut it off. Put it on display at the front of the yard on a stick that's decorated with a pink bow. With a sign that says her friends and family should have taught her more about love.
I never had anybody. Being alone isn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker. Years alone have eaten me alive.
How could I have let you in my life? You're a breath take, a smile faker.
Dear Tragedy, you'll pay for what you did to me.