Torment

I know how to do it.I know how to get to you.The words that make you cry.That burrow under your skin.To hurt you deep inside.To make you regret you're living and wish you would die.Curl up into a ball and beg God to take your life.I feed off your pain.Your tears renew my soul.Praying off your weekness helps make me whole.Maybe someday I'll leave you alone.But until then I can and will torment you.