It was over a decade ago. When you took my childhood. Stole my innocence in a blink of an eye. Robbed me of my ability to trust anyone.
How could you do that? How could you just defile a child like that? How could you live with yourself knowing what you did to me?
Did you even feel any regret? Did you not understand how wrong it was? Did you consider how I would spend countless nights blaming myself for the things you did to me. How I STILL feel like it was my fault. How I blame myself even though I know I shouldn't.
But you're dead now, so it doesn't matter now, does it? Prostate cancer. Karma is a bitch, isn't it? You deserved it, you sick bastard. Never had I rejoiced over a person dying than when you did.
I would've loved to kill you myself. I wanted you to feel pain. I wanted you to suffer. I wanted you to feel the agony I still feel to this day.
You're the reason I have a hard time making eye contact with people. You're the reason I'm afraid of men. You're the reason sexual encounters terrify me. You're the reason I'll never be normal. You're the reason I'm afraid of everything and I will never get over the things you've done to me. I'll never be the same. I'll never get my innocence back. And you are to blame.