these words spill from me. and i hope
i hope you fucking hate yourself -
someday i want you to realize
just what you did to me
what you stole from me

and i want you to hate yourself,
the way i've never quite been able
to hate you.

i've cried so many times
spent so many days in a fog,
just wandering through the halls
and praying to an empty sky
that no one will notice
how absent i am.

and all because of you, your
inability to control yourself -
your monsters, the ones you
passed on to me.

i never asked for that -

.

.

.

(so someone, please swear
i didn't deserve it in the end.)