I hope when you see my face you scream until your lungs run out

I hope when you hear my voice you slam your hands over your ears and still can't get me out of them

I hope when someone says my name you smash your head into the nearest wall to erase it

I hope when you see my posts you shatter your phone into millions of tiny pieces to make sure you won't see them again

I hope, when you're alone in your room and you know you should be thinking about her, that I cross that thick skull of yours. And I hope you grab the gun you keep in your basement and I hope you blast it right where I am because how else will you get me out of there?

Truth is, you won't and you never will. Welcome to hell.