𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 : 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭,

I hope you're doing well,

But I also hope you're rotting in hell.

Word is around that you've changed,

To know for better of worse I haven't arranged.

I hope you have zero friends,

But I also hope you're meeting ends.

Rumor has it you're no longer that one,

Who I unfortunately left for done.

I'm sorry I hurted you,

But it was either that or death to my very core.

I'm sorry that you had to hurt me,

It ruined your life, I know realize.

I'm sorry you became paranoid,

I'm sorry to have left you in a void.

But see there I go again,

Blaming myself when we were both tied in a chain.

I'm so sorry. That you had to meet me.

And I hope you're sorry, for making me someone I wasn't.

I hope you're pleased, you hypocrite,

You swore you would never hurt me.

Yet you changed me so much,

And warped me so bad,

I am unable to be who I once was.

I miss myself,

I miss what I was before you.

But I'm grateful, nonetheless,

That I found new solace you couldn't even think to offer.

And I'm thankful,

That you too suffered.

Because all actions have consecuenses,

Gold, and this letter of conflicted feelings.

Is not a reward for you, to sing victory,

Yes you broke everything I built.

But I built it again,

So unless you're coming back,

Which I really hope you're not.

You have no way to sing victory,

Just like me.

I love you, (I don't.)

I wish to see you, (I have't seen you in five years, on purpose.)

I send hugs, (Coated in poison)

And I miss you, so much...I unfortunately do.

Write back soon? (Please don't).

Your old friend. (I'm not.)