I hate you.

The voice you make.

I really do.

You're voice makes everything seems as if all the things revolve around you.

That you're opinions matter so much.

I hate that look you give me.

Like I've just done a sin.

I hate that you take away all the things I'm obssesed about and play with them.

I hate your face, your hair.

I'm happy you're finally dead.

Aren't I sadistic?

Well imagine if you were still alive.

I would have peeled away your skin.

Left you out to die and stab you with a knife.

Break your fingers, slash your mouth.

Never will a sound escape your perfect little mouth.

{ ninjanyancat }