No matter how happy and loved I may feel
You will always be there to haunt my broken soul
I can remember so vividly the way it felt when you abused me
The impact of your knuckles on my already bruised skin
The feeling of blood pouring out of my twelve year old nose
When you slammed my hideous face into the floor
I remember so vividly, the impact, the pain
The sense of desperation as I tried to crawl away
I could relive those moments if I thought about it long enough
And yet, your family will always take your side
Is diagnosed PTSD not enough proof of your wrath?
They said I had no proof even when the damage was visible
I hope every member of your bloodline dies the slowest, most horrific death
The world would be so much better, without such a wicked excuse for a family
I was a boy you forced to be a man, no wonder I ended up a woman
Your husband's death was not enough, I need you all to suffer
Suffer until there is not a trace left on earth of you wretched cowards
I am brave, I am resilient, but that doesn't mean I'm strong
The strong can forgive, but I will always be too weak
I would rather be raped again than show you any shred of empathy
Waste of skin, waste of breath, waste of time, waste of life
I have a hard time loving family, yet I still feel empathy for them at the very least
I do not feel empathy when faced with you
I do not wish to make amends, forgive, or heal from you
There's nothing I feel towards you that is not related to a soulless desire for violence
If circumstances were different, and my wires weren't so stable
I could have ended up a legitimate psychopathic serial killer
And you would be the first person I rape, torture, and ultimately murder
Luckily for you, I'm not capable of such heinous things
That doesn't change the fact that I desire a genocide upon your entire family