I’ve been thinking about killing you for a very long time now.

So that I can end this torture that your putting me through.

You would think after what you did to me that you would stay away,

That you would let me recover..

But instead, you decide to pop up at random times of my life

And decide to make me relive that night.

You make me feel sick, physically sick, just hearing your name,

Seeing your picture, makes me want to die a thousand deaths.

I’ve become someone I don’t even recognise, I feel dirty and evil.

I crave for sex, I want it, I need it, but you’ve tainted it.

You’ve tainted my mind, my body and yes, even my soul.

I feel like you’ve handed me over to the Devil,

he has me in his tight grip and wont let me go..

And now all I want is revenge, is your blood on my hands.

I want to hear your screams, hear your cries,

hear you begging for me to stop, begging for me to end your life..

Just like you did with me.

I want you to see what you made me feel, what thoughts went through my head.
I want you to see what its like to wish you‘d never been born,