The voice that used to make me warm inside
now fills me with an insufferable hate.
The school rules I almost cannot abide
when revenge is all I collaborate.
The only thing to make my life better
would be to see your glorious demise.
To stop my pillow from getting wetter
and the constant tears falling from my eyes.
Knowing that you are forever in Hell
so my most desperate and desired want.
Forever will it take my hate to quell,
but in my head, your memory will haunt.
Even an eternity of torture
won't erase you from heart and head for sure.
