Die F-cking Trying

This is more of a vent poem.. So, enjoy.
And, this is in the 'explicit' sections because of some of the language. Enjoy.
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The sky can turn the blackest of nights and your threats of tomorrow will always shoot me down,
But I'll hold my head high and practice as I fall, no longer will I let you push me around.

Cry to me and I'll cry the sorriest tears to you; forget who you are and speak through your emotions,
You'll be most surprised what you find, with your dirty thoughts and faithless notions.

Breathe with every deep breath and live until the end of your days with a smile on your face,
Open your arms to all that you can do and let love be the last thing that you embrace.

Be faithful to my memory and don't give up, love me for me, or not at all,
I'll be your perfect little angel if you love me with your heart, I'll be your little doll.

Hold your head high and accept what fate has given you; pray you suffer more;
Do not fight against all the odds -- until death do us part, f-cking w|h|o|r|e.

Take a deep breath now, with a smile on your face and know you are dying,
Let yourself live the way you are; love me for me or die f-cking trying.