I usually write positively as I can but some nights you have to let the bitterness out so that you don’t make the wrong move when daylight comes.
I gotta let the hate out one way or another.
I’ve kept it bottled in for god knows how long and it’s overflowing above the rim.
So I take a swim in this familiar sensation that erases all relaxation.
Homicide is on my mind through these times.
I invite it like a guest that I’ve been expecting to come.
I’ll furnish the living room so that is free to move.
These sickening people don’t know what I can do.
I stay under control as I can.
But mother, I fear I’m gonna snap and turn into another person that I sometimes wish would take control.
Make it over with not much of a soul.
I scream and I shout, I pound my fist into the walls and floor.
Tearing paper from the walls, digging up nails and floor boards from the foundation on which I stand.
This only happens when the world strikes the red button that makes me crave gore.
Images fill my head and I’am left with no remorse.
I feel sick to my stomach when I come across pedofilism. When people write it I just want to gag, a sudden homicidal urge seeps into the rage. To all those sick fucks out there hurting kids, I don’t wish for you to die because that would be too easy. I want you all to be locked up and tortured to the point where you want to kill yourself but I won’t let it happen. When you start feeling better and feeling numb, I’ll nurse you back to health so that you don’t get comfortable with the pain, then beat you still your bones give away.Every gash and open wound will have salt shoved into it so you can scream the same way those kids screamed and told you to stop. Eventually though, you will die. Although it aches my heart to see you take an easy way out, it will happen. Nothing can explain my hatred to you, you sick motherfuckers who gave children wounds. Causing corruption of the mind, leaving those horrible memories wherever we go. I hope you all are reading this because I feel my organs clench every time I see the children in my family flinch when we tap their shoulder. The pictures come back and they start crying, thinking that its their fault. You all can rot away with this world that’s full of shit, disgusting images of kids getting raped by an elder who they may or may not know. I wish for everyone you know and love to find out your dirty secrets kept in boxes upon boxes or on the computer screen. Despite all these words, there is still more hate that’s waiting to be heard.
i dont understand why youd want this
What the hell is wrong with people?
This is sickening