Your mad at me the king life, you just want to be my wife, like a f#cking stalking butler, who apon this bullit rest, slicing you all down to pieces, you know that im the best, murder all the feeling cant we, forget we ever f#cking met, your bull and lies almost had me, none of you can break me down, if i fall down to your level, i will never regret my choice, even if you rise to my level, im better off without your noise.

I loved reading your poem because it has such intense emotion in it. But, wowww.... Is it like that?lmao