wordlings

death

death; this is all i wish in those who hurt me. But I don't just wish for them to die.

i

wish

to

be

the

one

to

kill

them.

to steal life-giving air from their measly lungs.

my greatest joy, would be to stare into hollow sockets that will beg, plead for mercy;

then i will remind them of

how

they

hurt

me.

how they stopped me from being a whole person.
half of my heart still remains on life support. she has no hopes of ever resuscitating. EVER!!

but i will not harbor any more hate in my heart.

on this page i leave it.
i bury the hatchet beneath these words (or at least try to)
i will still ruin your lives (just not in the way we expect).