Do you see that pain, the pain thats inside of me. The black thick muck that lines my insides. The blood that waits to be shed. The anger rips outside of me, no matter the force that I used to keep it in. Like fire it spreds from my lips. The burning words that flame. My hands shake, waiting to rip into flesh, tearing it piece by piece, with tears streaming down my face.

This is what you have done, that is what may await you.