You've raped me.
You knew just how to peel off my skin.
Now I sit inside my rage.
With no way to express my sins.
You've raped me.
To the point that I flee from my only solice.
My writings were my souls need.
To confide in itself and save me from this.
I know i've been raped.
I'm afraid to speak again.
But I swear, If I don't release this hate.
There's no telling what will happen.
So here it goes.
I have no choice.
I'm shaking as I stare at this blank page.
Why is it such a conflict when this is all I know.
How dare you steal my voice.
How dare you cage my hate.
You've raped me for the last time.
This layer of rage won't penetrate.
Now my writings are illigitimate.
Because no matter how much I write.
I still hate.
I'll drain this pen of all my blood until nothings left.
I'll never forgive any of you.
For the part of me you almost destroyed.
You almost ruined me, but i'm not through.
Disgust and hate has filled this void.
The end of you will be your fascination.
In my minds twisted ways.
So, I do this to keep us from extinction.
But mostly to kill you slowly with each passing day.