there once was a little girl who cried.

and now she's screaming at your door

with a knife.

It's your own fault, you know.

You brought this upon yourself.

And I hope you bleed out slowly,

as slowly as my rage has burned.

Fifteen years is a long time to hate you,

and I've been planning this for ten.

If only I could get away with it.

If only I could tear your heart from your body,

suffocate you with the only organ

you did not use to torture me.

If only.