Incoming insults from those I love, rudeness reveals their true intent, pushed down with a ruthless shove.
How could they do this, turning their back at my lowest point, more painful than the breaking of a vital joint.
Thrown to the wolves at every turn, days of the past, I long yearn.
Cold steel fills my hand, this suffering I can no longer bear, a flash and bang echoes within, my exit with such flare.
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