Hearing the words of hate ring through my ears on a daily basis.
Your tone of voice is killing my soul.
I see the daggers shoot from your eyes whenever you look upon me
I run away so many times
You keep calling me back
Yet every time I return, you remind me how much of a fuck up I am and that I failed you from the moment I was conceived.
If I am such a fuck up, then why didn’t you pull the plug when you had the chance?
Why didn’t you end my suffering when they legally gave you the chance?
Did you see potential?
Did you feel remorse for blaming me for every thing that was wrong in your life?
Or did you not want to be the bad person in the end?
Well I hope that you know that in the end, you are the bad person.
I want you to know that the guilt you feel is real.
I want you to know that the feelings you hide at night will never go away.
Those tears that fall and the screams you muffle into your pillow are my pain seeping into your pathetic soul.
I hope that you never live in peace knowing what you have done to me or what you have allowed to be done to me
