poem to VPK

how much I have come to hate you,

and your well being,

you be better off sleeping forever,

than awaking in this sorrow,

but you are such a fool,

walloping in a senseless  hope,

when you know dame well,

you are closer to hell,

then the fruits of heaven,

tell me how often do you have,

a day in which sorrow,

is not what your thoughts center around,

you are the most worthless

person in your eyes,

and when you say your happy,

we both know it's all lies.

I hate everything you are,

I wish you would have been one 

that died at birth,
but instead you live,
and think one day I will be happy,
what a fool you are,

die soon please,

love,
 the hatred for yourself