Why didn't I stop him?
Was there a way?
Or was he too ****** up in the head to listen?
Did he not realise that what he did was wrong?
Did he not understand that seven years later I would still hate myself?
Could he not, just for a moment, have stopped and thought about me?
No?
Then why the **** should I care about him?
What is it about me that means, not only do I forgive him, but I want to help him as well?
Why did I become the cold-hearted *******?
How did that happen?
Where did he take my happiness?
Because he talks so much **** I don't know what to believe anymore.
How can he live with himself?
I certainly can't, but he just keeps ******* up as many lives as he can.
I'd keep going,
But he isn't worth it,
He just took every part of my mind,
And reversed my joy.

I'm done.