A title never came to me

I listen to the whisper of those past. I focus on the pain that their words brought to me. Don't speak to me, my dearest friend. Everyone that I have known has left me in he end. No, I can't be trusted, for I bring death to your spirit. My voice is a weapon as well as my heart. I read the stains of blood upon my hands. I say you changed but I see that it was me who is different. I speak to he damned, for they are my friends, for I have put them in hell.