P.S. I hate you.

[Objective]

The verse I was supposed to write against @bleak some time ago. He deserves the win since I no-showed him, if anyone with power see this message, feel free to give him the W and add a loss to my stats. This piece also ended up being longer than what we agreed upon. Either way, if anyone cares to read, this is what I eventually came up with and basicly the only thing I've written in a while:



Monday:
He's been inside for a week,
as thoughts fought itself pride's gettin' weak.
An emotional freak, scattered, battered and bleak,
he'd seek help if he wasn't too shattered to speak.
When he weep the puddle of tears crumble in fear.
The sheer pressure mumble for somebody to care,
there's nobody there except for empty bottles of beer.
He yelled to the sky, Lucifer replied; God isn't here..

Tuseday:
Too cold to cry and sleep deprived,
for a week he's survived his wives suicide.
He became the symbol of sadness in life,
wearing the shell of a man that once was alive.
Beyond mental, overbearing pain doesn't cover it,
he feel shame when he crave for his lovers clit.
A relationship on the side, what happened to pride?
Perhaps that was that the reason she died?

Wednesday:
Done asking questions for the tears he's shed,
and thinks he's the reason to why his angel fled.
Spends the day watching her empty side of the bed,
If only he could explain his eternal regret,
but it doesn't matter now that she's dead..
He'll just sleep through the sorrows instead...

Thursday:
When he opened her envelopes shit got worse,
he found out that she wanted to file for divorce.
The cries in the hallway stole the remains of his heart,
he stood there till his tears ripped the letters apart.
As he glanced at her art he smiled at the signature name,
then reality struck and he entered third degree pain.
And felt shame for the woman that once gave him birth,
For what was he worth beside of excess weight on this earth?

Friday:
The phone is ringing but he doesn't answer it,
tired like when the final stage of cancer hits.
Sure they had disputes, but she was cheating first,
I guess his kind of revenge is one of the worst.
When she figured it out it was too much to bare,
Plus she had kept it going for over a year.
His friends kept him dear and knew how he's been,,
when he didn't pick up the phone they called it in.
At night he arrived at the mental institution in all its glory,
I just wanted to share his side of the story..