I have been to H*** and back with my experiences in life
I went to the devils layer to learn the art of revenge
I have seen God in my dead grandfather’s eyes
I herd my grandfathers voice coming to me from heaven telling me that
revenge isn’t the answer
I knew he was right, and that it wasn’t the answer for the people who put me
through h***, but I also knew what I was going to do, and that was get my
revenge
I thought about how I would go about getting my revenge but then...
I felt my brothers arms around me, letting me know that I was safe from
those people in his arms, but knew I could never forever be in his arms. So...
I tasted anger in my soul, I longed to hurt those people the way they hurt
me
I have eaten the souls of those who caused pain to mine.
I read theirs eyes begging me not to hurt them, saying sorry. But I didn’t
listen.
I was satisfied with what I had done but then
I had guilt
I dreamed of being normal, not having to deal with the torment and unacceptance of




people, of my family.
I wrote what had happened to me in a book and
I worried that people would not accept me; I had already been put down by
so many