The blood stained blade in my fingertips, crimson glimmer rolls down the edge and
plummets to the floor. Leaving a puddle of liquid shame that grows and grows. I
sit back and glare at you, if you had done things right from the beginning, we
wouldn’t be doing this, if you had just listened, your life wouldn’t be at its
end. As you creep to that bloody demise I want you to THINK! Think of all the
people you hurt; your friends, your family, and most importantly...... me.
Everything you did, every choice you made hurt me the most. You selfless,
ignorant FOOL!!! Always following the lead of others, never thinking about the
aftermath, what it could have done to you, TO ME!! You future is gone, your
life… dissipating. Every drop of blood is another moment closer to your death,
and as these moments come to an end I want you to think about what you did. Not
just to everyone… but to me. I hate you. I despise you. With every moment of my
remaining existence I will loathe the day you took breath in your lungs when you
was ripped out the womb.
As I watch the life fade from your eyes, the mirror on the floor is taken over by the growing liquid shame. The image, gone. You are forever from my sight. Gone from me, gone from memory, and gone from this world. As I slip away I drop the crimson stained blade from my finger tips and it plummets joins the liquid pool on the floor. I lay slipping.... fading... remembering... to the end..... of my hate\