These kind of thoughts are like a sharp sting....

3 years and 1 month

My fists are clenched so tightly that my nails dig into the palms of my hands

My nails
Bitten to the quick
Tearing at the flesh of my hands with agitation

I wish I could hurt you…
Hurt you so badly you wouldn’t know what happened
This isn’t forgive and forget
This is losers take all
All the blame
All the pain
All the tears
All the screams
All of everything you gave

I want to hurt you
Hurt you so badly that you bled as much as me
The pain will run so deep that the cuts will be healed over and it will be caught inside you.
Grabbing at your heart and your lungs
You will scream your apologies but your torture won’t ease
Till you rip at your arms and your chest
Then little by little the hate will escape
You will gasp at the relief
Maybe you will know that it was only a little taste…
A little taste of what you did to me…

I’m going to hurt you
Hurt you so badly…..