Tomorrow You Die


Yes, you. My 24th year.

Good riddance, I say. To hell with you. You have robbed me of confidence and optimism. You have made me feel worthless. But tomorrow you die.

I am digging your grave with a dirty shovel. You held glimmers of hope in your outstretched hands and their brightness fooled me time and time again. I am burying you and your mirages. Tomorrow I rest in peace.


  1. New Year, New You. I am sorry this last year was rough. I love the strength and determination that bleeds through in these words. Happy birthday :)


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