Devastated

All I see is disgust and hatred whenever I look at you, Nothing else. That anger I have in me destroyed everything, That sick monster living inside of me, That split identity I have. It killed everything. It ruined everything. It amazes me every time how I could call you the worst things and apologize five seconds after that. Don't you have sense in you? Or even the least bit of self control? I have lost count of how many times I wish I could just punch you in the fucking face or stab you with a knife but I would rather keep those dark thoughts to myself. Trust me bastard, this time I'll make sure karma gives you what you deserve.