Hatred

What if I told you,
I hated myself?
What if I told you,
It's all your fault?
How you teased me,
And played me.
Then just tossed me aside.
I'll slit your throat,
I'll give you Hell.
I'll make you die slowly,
Make you bleed out.
Smiling sweetly,
I'll look down at my prey.
With a final slash,
I'll end our story.