Poetry

I'm feeling really out of it... Here's a poem a wrote:

What makes you think
You have the right
To barge in once again
And f*ck up my whole life?

And what makes it fair
What justifies
The way the crow flees
And the way the dove dies?

What do you think
You're doing back here
I sent you away
Made you disappear.

And now you're back
And dangerous too
I thought that for sure
I'd gotten rid of you.

I'll disappear.
I'm off of the globe.
I need to restart
Or else I'll explode.

So this is my little
Suicide note.
If you don't enjoy it
too bad: this isn't a vote.