Care to tell me it's not worth crying for
You can just walk out, and over there's the door
Get lost, what more do you need to be told
I'd rather be comforted by a talking slime mould

You've done nothing but hurt me
Why should I care about you
You don't need to die where I can see
Well, what else do you have left to do?

Care to make me cry or are you after more
Care to tell me what you're smiling for
You know I hate you
I thought we'd settled that score
Obviously you're further gone than I thought
You are nothing, you are nought

I still don't like the last line - this poem needs a better ending...
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