(Note: Not for the faint of heart)
Oh, Cursed Chen, you've needed to see,
The fact that you have never been any help to me.
Oh, Cursed Chen,
You have no say, in my relevancy.
People can backstab each other if that they want and may.
Like yourself when you decided to disconnect suddenly on Valentine's Day.
Caught me by surprise during an innocent afternoon,
Did, not, even seem to care much when you triggered a years-long period of gloom.
Oh, Cursed Chen,
I will not give you a say, in my destiny.
Can't, you, see?
I will not even let my fatigue block my writing to humanity.
If I chose to fully submit to your illogical claim...
...Then escaping this life would've been, my reluctant aim,
Because,
Why, would this, I do?
Why in the world, I'd agree, with your view?
I can still contribute!
I can still grant bliss!
This is why I constitute,
Not deeming myself unimportant as piss!
You should see yourself lucky,
For not being fully exposed publicly,
In a prevented note:
My corpse being...
Thy Fault.
Oh, Cursed Chen...
...My potential end, you refused, to see.
So why,
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why should I not consider thee, my eternal antagonist?
Your, full, name,
I swear to not expose.
Because, your feedback, I disposed,
Being a better human than you,
Is what,
I strive to.
