Dear Kim,

You're drowning yourself in guiltiness and regret, darling;
leaving behind what makes you whole.
You're crying your eyes out, wishing things were different;
And forcing your pale skin to bleed never gets old.

You're your own victim in this cutthroat catastrophe;
Choking on your words that can't seem to emerge.
You're your own enemy, and you're losing this fight abysmally;
Soon you'll lie restless and awake in your grave as acquaintances mournfully sing dirges.

You'll soon be burning in hell, blazing fires engulfing your shame;
Your soul will rot with envy and senseless mistakes.
Let's hope you can abolish this suffering, your pain;
It's your job to convert your actions and the decisions you partake.

So get back on your feet, miss, and dust off your shoulders;
The clocks are ticking, there's only so much time.
The air is growing crisp and the days are getting older;
So just seclude yourself from your opponent, your other half; eliminate your partner in crime..


Love,
Kim.