i hate you.
it’s your fault.
what did u except a 3rd grader to think when you said that.
did my life really mean nothing at all to you.
u read my poem but yet you still decided i was fine.
You are sad and old and lonely.
You will never find love.
You are a selfish ungrateful wentch.
Im too good for this you caused me pain but only because you wished to share yours. You thought it worked but i haven’t killed myself so it clearly has not.