I'll come back

Out of angrer I'm writing this, hateful poem. One cuse word, just to warn children.

Every f*****g cut you gave me, made me stronger. Every hurtful word made me wise. Every thing ever said made me, me. I’m coming back ten times stronger baby. Each cut I give you shows you how much I cared; every word ever said I take it back. You can’t control me now, I’m taking my life back, and this is the end of the games we played. I quite you win this round, but baby when I come back I’ll be ten times stronger.