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.