I cant take it anymore
the way you create these stories
in your pretend reality
in your unkempt life.
How can you live like this? 
If its even considered living at all.
In a pile of lies.
They surround you
engulf you
consume you entirely.
You and your pathetic lies.
Do they have a satisfying taste?
Is it music to your ears?
Does the smell make your mouth water?
Its a full course meal with a side order of
lies.
But guess what?
I'm not your waitress anymore.
Keep your tip.
Its worthless to me anyhow.
There is one final thing 
that I will do for you.
I will write your requiem
because you are dead to me.