He used to be my God, the best gift I always thought God had given me, and could give me everything I wanted to have. But I never knew that this gift I loved most was exchanged for my father's future. I also never thought that God would one day say to me: "This gift is not given to you, but borrowed from you. When the time comes, I will take it back." And when God took back this gift, my world was also shattered.
He ruined my father's future, I ruined his dream,
His family ruined my family, so I want to destroy him. I don't let him see me and make him suffer. I torture myself and make him blame himself. This is my way of revenge. It has always been, and when did it start? My love for you turned into hatred. Is it really that time? When I learned to love you, I also took the risk of hating you. Because I could never learn how to forget him, my hatred for him could not stop. The wounds that could not be cured in the psychological therapy department became inflamed and suppurated from time to time. Do they also need to be washed with your blood?