Insatiable Bloodlust 

It has become an insatiable bloodlust now.

When I think of you, I want nothing more than your ultimate demise. 

When I think I see you in the streets, I become livid and ready to take you down. 

But it’s never you. 

You pathetic, worthless, RAPIST, CUNTS, hiding away since the incident in order to forget what a waste of oxygen you are. 

Or maybe you went quiet quick-smart because you knew what you did to me and you knew in your heart that that was in fact evil at it’s peak. 

I wish nothing but the worst for you, and that’s a fact. 

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About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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