I want it all to end, Tell me when the f*ck is all gon’ to end! 

Heartbroken, misspoken.

I’m the bad guy...

Paster just told me I’m toxic, I don’t need help I need options, ayy. 

I’m out of options!

So leave me alone, I want to go home.

Runaway, run away for my broken heart.

Cut out my eyes, feed me with lies so I don’t have to see her again. 

I’ve been trippin’ over something I can’t change.

She kicks me out, I’m like b*tch, ayy.

That was this summer and nobody helped, ever since then, man, I hate myself!

So outside my misery, I think I'll find a way of envisioning a better life for the rest of us

Feeling good, feeling great tired of the f*ckin’ hate.

I control my own death and I don’t need your f*ckin’ opinion!

(All the lyrics were pulled from multiple XXXTENTACION songs) I did edit some parts to sound better in the poem
 This poem can relate to people suffering from heartbreaks. I made this so I could show people that there are many people going through the same thing. Talk to friends, family, or even a therapist/helpline if needed, you will get through this. This is how I perceive heartbreak and how you can slowly move on. Use this # if you need help.

Helpline Canada:

278-0017-2956

In loving memory of XXXTENTACION