Blood is red
Bruises are blue
Why do you treat me
The way that you do?
I'm not your little
Punching bag
Don't use and lose me
Like a dirty rag
I loved you
You hurt me
Then i left you
So you'd see
I was your best ally
Turned worst enemy
Bat- Brain's got
Nothing on me
I'm writing this to warn you
Of things to come
I hope i kill you
You clownish bum.
-Signed Harley Quinn