R.I.P. - Elita

Am I suppose to say thank you for all of the pain that you caused in my life?

Like it’s some sort of game

I guess I miss you, but

I guess I wished this on you

Is this suppose to be some sort of relief

I think you got lost in your fucked up beliefs

I remember how you used to be

You told me that you loved me

Now I’m crying in my bedroom

Ghostly shadows of you now

Final words carved into headstones

Now I know something you don’t