You are so dark, so twisted, so fucked in the head. You manipulated me and my family for years but now your time has come, for god to draw away your life, to take you out.
Now that you are dead, I believe that I and others can live peacefully. I refuse to morne over your death, as you where the only toxic plastic in the ocean, anyone comes close to them you will suffocate them and they would possibly die.
How empty your words are, how cruel and undecided.
You ripped my emotions right out of me and refilled me with numbness.
You rubbed your manipulative hands in my head and twisted me.
I don't have a chance to survive the mess you put me through but I can protect people from you and from the people you have already hurt.
If I only got to see you 1 more time before you passed, I would have broke your jaw and make you cry out in agony. Now you feel the physical pain I feel 24 7 mentally and physically.
But now that you are nowhere to be seen. You're dead.
I'm glad you're dead
