Letter to a Killer

I can't believe she's gone,
your own sibling flesh and blood and look- it was so easy, just like you bragged it would be. The bottle, the gun, your whole family's next and you are the epitome of today's youth-
you are misunderstood (nobody understands you, god help you), nobody pays attention to you-
Now they will, you fucker. You got your wish, you got your life, you got what you wanted- now get what's coming to you. Nothing is too good and nothing is too damn bad (it's too damn bad)
and now you feel remorse, do you?
Only the press has has the answer. Only they write the endings-
and you thought you did.