To Whom It May Concern

This was the first poem I ever wrote. When I go back and read this now, not only does it still take me to the darkest place ever, but it reflects on how I feel now about someone else who hurt me.

To whom it may concern,

 I want you to hurt and to burn,

You always left a wound on my soul when will I learn?  
You took my trust, my light, my grace,  Left me hollow, in a shattered place.

With every cut, hit and rape, I knew your love was always fake,

The hoped that time would heal the ache.  
Your job was to love and protect me, and helped me when I fall,

I now realize you’re not capable of any love at all.
Nothing but tears, and all your lies,  No more begging through these cries.  

I carve your name from my heart and eyes.

A hate that storms, a wrath that flies.

For everything you did , I’ll always hate you, with every breath,

The only way to escape you is death.

Fuck you and you’re an evil cunt!