you will see my name when you close your eyelids,
you will see my blood as you bleed out,
you will have my words carved into your heart.
flowers will grow out of your healing wounds,
spreading them apart and making them bleed once more.
you will step on cracks in the sidewalk and feel the flames of Hell at your feet
not to take the throne
but to suffer for eternity.
you will walk with glass shards of my heart
in the bottom of your feet
you will walk this earth
with a stitched-closed mouth
so you will finally know what it is like
to be suffering so intensely
and not be able to call out for help.
you will know what it was like to be me.
you will know what you do to every girl.
i don't do what i do selfishly.
i don't do it because i hate you
or because i hate what you did to me
but instead
i do it
for every single girl
that had to suffer at your hand, too.
it is for me
and them.
i will do it
for them.
may your soul burn in the deepest, darkest, hottest pit of hell
so then it will match your personality.
