Everyday I hope you die, but I stop and change my mind. I hope you live forever catching illnesses daily, And when you think that you're about to kick it, I hope that you get better and your spirits are lifted. Only to find out that you got another sickness. I want you to endure the deaths of your relatives One by one till you're the last leaf on the tree. Do you ever wonder why you were even born? Hope your parents end it out of hate for their spawn. The knowledge of your suffering would do me more good than knowing You went out the easy way instead of feeling pain like you should. You couldn't harness my hate with a trillion words, But you could taste this rage, and you could catch this fade.