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Dear mom and dad, you told me I was your treasure
My heart quivers to ask you, why did you leave me to break under the pressure? 

A worthless, wretched, withered flower, that was I
Nonetheless, I always did my part
I dreamed of your embrace, wished for a little praise; yet your groans and snide remarks
Only shattered what was left of my heart

I was an dirty, filthy mattress, in desperate need of cleaning
Struck with wooden bat, each night, as i&apos;d yelp
Your scoldings, your beatings, your old leather belt
It hurts to say, they never really helped

Dear lover, my love was true
It hurt to know, love was just a game for you

My heart was a mere counter on the board
It would suffer turns and turns just to get to you
My veins were the lonely pathways
My blood still reeks of all the sorrows you&apos;ve put me through

You left; as i struggled to survived with all my might
You left; with nothing but a shoddy rope and a rusty dagger by my side

Life is a prison 
All doors shut tight, each moment I become less and less sane 
There only ever is one escape
I never wished to stop living, I only wished to cease the pain

Tonight, as the clock strickes midnight 
My foot will caress the chair, I&apos;ll count till three
I died a long time ago
But tonight, I&apos;d finally be free

Goodbye, beloved, father and mother
Thank you for letting me die, thank you for not being aware
Signing off, Yours truly,
A descendent, a progeny, a lover, your worst nightmare

Such effort to write, when you wouldn&apos;t even read it, would you?
Pools of blood splattered on the floor, your ugly heart falling out, you couldn&apos;t watch as you disintegrate, could you?

Scraping your eyes, tearing your throat while you scream silently, motionless on your bed
After all, one can&apos;t really be convicted for murder when the murderer is already dead
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