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.