I wish I could use a time machine and take back each scar I left on my vulnerable skin.
Instead of self mutilating, I would take my blade to your skin and mark it as a reminder of all the times you ripped me apart.
I would cut your heart out of your body and hold it in my hand, not to love and caress but rather to crush it like you did to mine.
I would suffocate you with my ‘fat body’ watching your eyes beg for my sympathy until you have no air to breathe.
And just as you are about to taste the sweet taste of death, I would mercilessly cut off your pride and joy which is just as little as the respect I have for you.