The Line

I remember what my life was like before it happened.
I remember who I used to be.
And now, I will never be able to be that person again.
Because you happened.

You happened. And I wish you never did.
I cannot express or even begin to illustrate,
the amount of abhorrence I have for you.
But just to brush the surface...

I find you insufferable, and I am repulsed with the very thought of you being alive.
There is no amount of justice that could be served upon you to have righteousness realised.
You stole from me,
and if your punishment involved an excruciating torture,
inflicting pain and agony for the rest of your life,
it would still seem too kind and pleasant.