Born To Be A Writer

You died, Tonight.

This 'poem' was never meant to be taken seriously. But it caught on, surprisingly enough.


Enjoy ;)


You died, tonight.


You died on me tonight,
you worthless piece of shit.

You’d made me dependant of you.
You’d made me love you.

I was good to you!
I treated you with respect!

Why did you leave me here,
alone, distraught and vulnerable?

Couldn’t you have given me a warning?
A sign? One last chance?

I need you. I want you.
Would you consider coming back?


Burn in hell, Internet Connection.