Words are just words. It's action that hurts. But I can't do action, so I'll do it with poems.
I want you to read all the pain that you've fed. Anguish is in your future, take some pills
for your head. Love will not find you or even be near. You'll be lonely forever, and I hope I
can leer. Your looks will be gone and you're mind: it will crumble. Causing you to look up at
all that is humble. Happiness and consolidation are not in your view. I hope you read this,
and take it literally, for I'm talking about you.