I'm waiting

If you die I don't think it'd help me enough.
I want you to suffer the way you made me suffer.
I know there has been others.
I'm being selfish.
I want to spit in your face.
Have you crumble to the ground and beg for the forgiveness you shall never receive.
The way your eyes were full of hate and evil that day.
I should have ran and never looked back.
"Take it easy, killer."
Didn't you say that to me that same day?
Why must you repeat it again?
I hate what you have made me.
I hate that I let it happen.
That no one did anything about it.
The fact that you are still walking around like nothing happened.
Most of all I hate that you don't feel that it was bad.
That you think you can talk to me as you please.
F*****g die!
It isn't the hardest thing in the world to do.
No one wants you around.
I know I don't.
If I had my way you'd suffer endless pain from the world until you died.
Maybe you would die from a broken heart or starvation.
I look at you, and I never realized how much I could hate someone.
I should forgive, but I can't.
You're a horrible, disgusting person.
The day you die, for me, shall be a happy one.
Until then f**k you and f**k all you are.
Remember, I'm waiting.