This is it, this is the last time.

That I will ever say any thing about what you've done to me and how it isn't right.

Revenge would feel so sweet right now, but I won't do that.

I will take the high road and be the bigger man.

Instead I will give my words wings with this poem instead of a rightful revenge.

Letting this poem be my knife.

My blade as sharp as ice will pierce you deeper than anything I could ever do to you.

This will be my last words, my last thoughts, and my final justice.