R.I.P

R.I.P

Elita

Am I suppose to say thank for all of the pain
That you caused in my life
Like it some sort of game
I guess I miss you, but
I guess I wished this on you

Is this suppose to be some sort of relief?
I think you got lost in your fucked up beliefs
I remember how you used to be

You told me that you loved me
Now I’m crying in my bed room
Ghostly shadows of you loom
Final words carved into headstones
Now I know something you don’t

R.I.P

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