His Name Is Ben Poem by Destiny Vancil

The day i wanted to hide was the day i wanted to commit suicide. I always wondered why you got so much pleasure. Was it the way i cried? Was it the way i said i HATED you? By the way i ment it with my heart, body, and soul.I wish you die under bridge with a needle in your arm and white powder under your nose. I hope you regret ever talking to me in that tone of voice. I hope to god i will never see you again. I hope you kill your self with a gun up to your head because that is wat i felt like doing every day i was near you. I want to make you scream bloody murder when you see me. I hope you die.exactly how i did inside.