my anger, my hate, the hate that i hold is strong. never would i have thought that i would have enough hate for a certain individual to want them dead.
with my own bruised hands i wanted to conflict pain on him and watch his life fall apart over and over again, watching him suffer from what he claimed was his personal hell.
but his hell would only be temporary, while mine is never ending. stuck on an endless loop like a broken record. memories, regret, it swarms my mind on a daily basis.
my desire to forget will never be heard.
