I can't do it anymore. Its gonna be the end of me one day. They keep saying its gonna get better, but it never does. I'm fighting against my own nature. This feeling is like a fire I can't put out. Always on the edge of extinction but never quite there. I think I'm gonna let it all out. I won't be the weakling in the corner any longer. They will fear me. They will respect me. I will be the last thing they see before they go to meet their maker. They will . Beg for mercy. But they won't get it. Because they never gave it to me. Maybe as they take their last breaths they'll rethink the their "game" of torture. But its too late. Maybe they should have gotten to know me. It may have helped them in the end because

I've always loved the thought of revenge