Go Rot in Hell

Never together.

We never were.

But you were my best friend.

The only person I could talk to.

So how could you leave me?

It hurt.

It hurt like hell.

Hell, it still does.

I thought about you every morning,

With a smile on my face.

Now, I think of you every night,

With a tear in my eye.

So all I can say now is that,

I hope you go to hell.

Because I don't forgive you.

And I never will.

So go rot in hell.

And maybe I'll see you there.