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I know you probably will never read this, but I needed to do this. This hatred has been eating away at me ever since you came into my life. I pray to whatever god there is that you never hurt anyone like you've hurt me ever again. With that said, let's start at the beginning. It was in the early months of seventh grade for me, I was going to a toxic school that tormented me every day. My aunt was dying slowly and we were doing our best to figure out the right move. Eventually, she was too sick to keep going, we had to let her go. The school and my aunt's death were the events that led to me having to meet you. I had told the school counselor at that school that I was experiencing suicidal thoughts and she tricked and threatened my parents into forcing me into a mental hospital. The mental hospital filled with patients and innocent children that you exploit. I met you on my second day in that hell hole. I was scared, I was desperate to get out. It wasn't hard to figure out that the place was Hell on Earth. The children were screamed at every day and forced into things that I consider vulgar. The staff would insult us, they would strap kids down if they were "Noncompliant", they would scream in our faces and threaten us. Kids would fight each other and sometimes the staff. When I met you, I was practically on my knees begging you to let me go, you knew you were the only person with the ability to do so. You stared me down, talked down to me like I was some kind of vermin, hardly got to know me past my name, and obviously didn't care about my well-being. In your eyes, I was simply a machine that would produce cash. I was the perfect target for you, I was pathetic and at my weakest. With enough begging, I convinced you to let me go to see my aunt's funeral. To have closure and be free from that hell hole I was trapped in. On the day of my aunt's funeral, I was told that you changed your mind. That I was the most "depressed kid here" and that "we need to test more medication,". You held the key to my cage in front of me, taunting me with it, only to swipe it away when I was close to reaching it. I know why you did it, it wasn't for the medicine, it was for the insurance money. You could squeeze just a little bit more cash out of my grandparents, and that's what you did. You kept me there forcing me to never have closure. I was released one week later. One week of staying in that toxic sick place. Because of you, I have developed trust issues and PTSD. I've had multiple episodes where I see you staring me down and the room has changed to the room I was forced to stay in. You are the foulest, despicable, cruel monster I have ever met. I hate you more than you could ever know. I hope that when the day comes and the devil comes to collect the rotting soul you keep, you scream and beg as I did. I hope you feel the pain and anguish you have inflicted on all the kids you've hurt and used for a quick buck. One day, karma will come back for you. And when that day comes, nobody will help you. Then you will know what it feels like to be just as helpless and alone as I was. I hope you suffer, you sick twisted bastard. Goodbye.
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