Twenty Third

Shit i cannot say.  Shit i cannot acknowledge:

I want revenge.  I want to tear apart his new life like he tore apart my old life.

I know that this is hopeless.  I know that i cannot heal until i get over this need.  This is why i fear that i cannot recover, that i will never recover.  Because i cannot imagine getting over the desire for revenge. I am small and hateful.  

I am defective.