I faced you
In My dream.
Everyone acting normal,
Like nothing happened.
I started
Strangling you.
I hate you.
No, not strong enough
Of a word.
Abominate,
It sounds more hateful.
The Disgust
I have towards you.
The anger,
Towards myself
For allowing it to happen.
The silence that broke me.
You preyed
On the weak,
For your own,
Sick, twisted, sexual preferences.
Eight year Olds.
Youre a drunken pedophile,
And I was your victim.
Honestly, I’m glad you’re dead.
Even though
You got out easy,
You got away with murder,
You got away with killing my soul.
Enjoy Hell,
For all eternity.
~Carrie Labiak ~
An Emotional Writer, With Hope at the End of the Sentence! 