Me, Myself and I, The Murderer

It was twelve years ago today.

I wish I could have seen it coming...

For all the abuse, for all the isolation, for all the rejection.

I murdered him.

I hated him and I murdered him.

And because of it, I now hate myself.

I can see how I want to ignore it.

I wish I never loaded the gun.

I wish I never pulled the trigger.

I wish I could have seen it coming.

I wish I could turn back the clock.

But I cant.

All I can feel is pain.

I tried to get revenge out of desperation to escape the pain.

But it backfired.

And now, I am caged in by the madness I have created.