...Time is running short, moving quickly, restless nights are here, anger brewing with no answer. What is this moments waiting for death? Grab the knife and stab in the heart, from what you have done to me. I am putting the blame on. The table's turn here. Let it be incomplete, and unwritten. Everything goes missing and what you have done should be the one to blame. Who do you think you are? Leaving with no answer, oh what a shame how you only care for yourself then for a lost of a soul by a knife in the heart and restless trauma that you had made of me. I despise you, but you haunt me in my dreams...False text messages come into mind they are not there. You'll never have me again...Once I end this chapter you created. I end it. And put you to blame.