Do not pray for me, 

With your feigned faith and lack of loyalty.

Do not use me as your excuse, 

To forgive your guilty conscience and lack of truce. 

You could have made it all go away, 

Healed the wound, heard me, and chose to stay, 

With forgiveness—a hug, a kiss, a note, a letter, 

But vengeance pleased your ear much better. 

You locked me in a cage, an iron fetter, 

To match your encaged guilt, no humble regretter. 

You moved to have me banished, 

Stabbed, drowned, and completely vanished,

While your own guilt you hid from everyone, 

And left your morals famished, your soul undone.

No substantive effort made to clear the air, 

With your feelings forbade by those who “care.” 

You acted without conscience, with no remorse, 

And now enter a new year silent, just as coarse. 

You could have had true love, an honest friend, 

But you’ve chosen an enemy in the end, 

Though I am not and never could be, 

Even though you deserved to be forced to plea. 

For we could have made amends, been one, understanding, 

And lived without remorse, in truth, love without demanding.

But you chose the harder way of life,

In cowardice, hatred, and unending strife. 

So don’t pray for me—-pray for your soul so dirty, 

For your empty heart will ache for eternity, 

Even if now you’ve made your heart numb, 

And forgotten your crimes, chosen blind and dumb.

And I am not to blame, as I let you go free, 

So don’t you ever pray for me.