Just Another Filed Complaint.

Dear Time,

Regarding you screwing me over.

I hate you.

I hate you with every cell of my blood that drips into your stream.
Because, each day I notice something:
Every one of your soldiers enters my lungs quietly
But leaves like an acid reflux.

I'm not sure what your policy for damaged goods is,
But I swear that the moment I received your 'gift' it kept leaving me dry every morning.
Sometimes I wake up and find that a lot of what I thought you'd given me was missing.
It was very peculier at first,
But then I remembered your manufacturer has a tendency to be incoherent in His work.

But recent events have stirred me to stop letting His little mistakes slip.
Yesterday, I woke up to find that my Mother had overdosed on your product.
And couldn't make the wait for one of your 'soldiers' to come and repair her.
I have been told by my Father that one of them did come later,
But that was just to clean up the mess and take her upstairs.

I'm done calling your Company every night,
Making sure you knew that I appreciated your gifts,
Trying to get the good word in with the Boss.

I miss her every day, you heartless bastard.
I will pray no more.

I regret to inform you that in writing this letter I am now leaving your services.
I will no longer need them where I am going.

Yours faithlessly,

Yet Another One.