I hate him
I hate this life
Why was I given it?
I'm fucked up
I'm not like them
I feel only pain
There is no happiness
Only exacerbating hate
I don't want to live
I don't want to look at his picture from habit anymore
I want to rid myself of this world of shit
I want to go out with my blood painting the walls
I want it to be messy
I want him to have to look at my blood covered body
I want him to know everyday that it was his fault
It was his fault for making my world of darkness
It was him that changed my happiness into self mutalation and rage
But this is the end
No more cutting...
I want to go all the way this time
I want to take the only thing that I can still control
I want to take my life away from myself
I want him to picture my dead body with his picture in my hand everyday
I want him to replay the site of my death
I want him to feel nothing but guilt
I want it to cut out his insides and fill them with only guilt
I want him to feel how I felt in my last hours
I want to destroy him how he destroyed me

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