Letter to the devil

I hate you with ever fiber of my being. I hate you for what you did to me. Not only what you did to me physically but mentally as well. I lived a life of pain. I will never be the same person again because of what you did. I want you to have to suffer the way I have suffered. I want you know what it is like to live with the emotional scars and constant fear. I want you to have to wonder if you will ever be normal again. Not knowing if you will be able to be intimate with another person, or if it has been ruined forever because of what happened. I hate you for taking my smile; my playful nature away. I want you to have to walk the same lonely road I have had to because you feel so ugly, dirty and unlovable that you won’t allow yourself to let to may too close. I wish you had to endure fearing sleep because of the repeated nightmares. I hate you for taking away so much from me. I hate you for stealing my trust and sense of safety. I hate you, I hate that I thought it was my fault for so may years. I hate the fact this has consumed so much of my life. I hate that I have been filled with such darkness. I hope that you burn in hell for eternity and continually feel all that I have been forced to endure since that terrible day at the park. I hope your soul is never at rest and you are tormented forever.