I wanted you to know that I think of you when I carve into my flesh.

I wanted you to know that come up with plans to kill you.

I wanted you to know that you are a cold, selfish monster.

I wanted you to know that if I was willing, you'd be dead.

I wanted you to know that you fill my mind when I punch walls until I bleed.

I wanted you to know that in due time, your world with crumble.

I wanted you to know.