You inflict my pain.
You cause my stress.
You cause the agony that
rips me to a million pieces.

You cause my suffocation.
You cause your hands to choke me.
You cause the black that
makes it seem that I'll explode into a million pieces.

You cause the poison to enter my veins.
You cause my blood to run dry.
You cause my death that
tears the rest to a million pieces.

Sometimes I wish
that I could tear you to a million pieces.
But I hold back
for I am not like you.
I am not a murderer.