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.