Dear __________,

You helped me thought the bad moments. You sliced right through my vein. You made me bleed so badly. That i cant remember the pain. You were growing old. Well i was growing cold. You hurt me inside and out. You left the scars on my arms. With your little charms. How do i get rid of you. Please dont tell me what to do. Because i am sick of you. You make hurt. You make me bleed. You make me cry. As i sit here and die. I am scared of my fate. So i am going to hate. I hate all the thinkgs you make me do. Which only really helps you.