I gave you the key to my heart,
and was nothing but nice to you.
You came into my life,
and reduced my heart to a shriveled, lifeless nothing.
I opened my soul to you.
You came in and crushed it.
For a while,
I thought we'd spend our lives together.
Good thing you ruined that because,
my eyes have been opened wide,
and I can see the black that consumes and slowly kills you.
When you sadi sorry,
for letting me stab you in the back,
you lied to me, to Kara, to yourself.
You are the one who made me hate you.
I used to care about what happened to you.
Now that you made me feel like this,
I wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire.
If that was the case,
I would look down on you as you burned,
laughing with joy and delight.
When I finish laughing,
I would look at your dead body and say,
"You are free of life but not of my hate. Are you happy now?"