hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

 I fucking hate him so much. I hate that I ever thought any fucking man could be decent enough to be normal and for fucks sake treat me right with basic due respect. All he has done is drain me and take and take and take endlessly. I never complained, I complied for being nice. Maybe I'm too nice to a fault. Maybe I should stop fearing consequences and just talk my heart out, wear my heart on my sleeve. It's like I watch my dreams and wishes shatter and burn and I keep giving him the baton to break and burn it all. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve any of it. All I want and wish for is peace and happiness. Is that too much to ask for? This place has given me nothing but anguish, depths of sadness and soulless tears. I sit here wiping my tears, my throat achy, my nose streaming while all those horrible mannerless bitch faced men sleep soundlessly peacefully at night. Even strangers are better than friends. Friends are worse than foes. All they do is drain and suck the happiness out of your soul until you are an empty shell of the beacon of life. 

Maybe I am too tired of being nice and polite. I want them to suffer and cry and go through the pain I go through everyday. I want all the men who hurt me to get it back seven-time fold. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Maybe my days are bad, maybe I feel too lonely, too down without a shoulder to cry on, but I want everyone to burn in hell. If I burn, they burn with me. All I had done is dream for the wrong place, what had I done to suffer so much?

I deserve a day of peace and quiet, where I can freely live and breathe and just feel comfortable in my own skin and love myself. I'm so broken, beyond repair I just want someone to hold me and let me cry. If there is a god out there, I want to ask him, how much do I repent for sins I don't know?