You put me through hell.
I don’t know why you get to be happy and I can’t.
It’s unfair.
You never apologized to me.
You make my life a living hell.
You are the villain.
You are the monster.
So everyone better stop treating me like it’s my fault.
I’m the victim, you’re the villain.
Don’t twist the story, you were there.
The memories are crystal clear.
Vibrant like the colors on a painting.
A painting I never want to look at.
I don’t get why God forgave you.
I don’t get it at all.
Tell me.
Say it to my face.
Was it because I was quiet?
Was it because I went through puberty early?
Tell me.
Tell me why the fuck you did this to me.
I long to get revenge.
I’m seething.
I’m ready.
You deserve to live the hell you made for me.
There is no forgiving and forgetting.
You deserve to suffer more pain than anyone else.
I hate you so much.
You made me hate myself.
You made me blame myself.
Now you will pay.
I have your picture with a knife.
A voodoo doll with your face.
All my pain comes from you.
Why would you do this?
I want to make you suffer.
You should bleed.
You should be in agony.
For these years of pain that you’ve left me.
You will suffer.
You will pay.