I hate you all, for what this world has done to me. . . First of all, I hate my grandfather, for defiling what is sacred, for raping me for seven years. How could I have said anything in my own defense? I hate my friends, as well. Why don't you leave me alone, while my heart is being torn from my still-living body? I want to bleed to death, all the life to drain from me. Most of all, I hate myself, with every thread of my being, with every ounce of my failing strength. What am I now, but a dark shell of what I once was? Where is God, and why does He keep me here, drowning in sorrow and endless tears?
Jew-bacca · Sun Apr 16, 2006 @ 07:27pm · 1 Comments |