I hate you. I wanna beat the shit out of you, for days. I want to see blood run down your face, and feel your bones crack under my fists. I want to knock your teeth out. I'd want to keep you alive so I can do this to you for days, weeks. But if you happened to die, I'd still continue, mutilating your corpse. I'd keep going until all the pain within me is gone. 

Why did you do this to me? I can't live without drowning myself in medication, dismissing my thoughts and emotions as lunacy, for the sake of functioning in this society. I live denying myself every day. In a cage, to be hidden. I've always hid myself, but the person I used to hide was once more than this pain. I showed her to you, and you... fucking destroyed her. I couldn't let her out around anyone other than you. I didn't feel safe anywhere else. 

I don't know where she is. She's not here anymore. She'll never come back. I feel so angry with everyone I talk to, the anger spills over into everyone I talk to. There's bloodlust in me every moment of every day that I stuff down with drugs and try to ignore.

I want to rip you apart, dig into your neck, and rip out your throat.