How Does it Feel?

How does it feel to know,
that you betrayed my trust;
that you shattered my life to pieces,
that you turned my soul to dust?
What's it like to know,
that you haunt my every dream;
and how every single night,
I wake up with a piercing scream?
Does it make you want to laugh,
because you know I live in fear;
or when you know that your the cause
of the voices that I hear?
Did you enjoy watching me suffer,
while you inflicted the pain;
when you beat me and you raped me
like it was all some sort of game?
Do you cherish all those things you took,
those things you stole from me;
my innocence, my confidence, and my virginity?
Did it ever cross your mind that night,
to take my life away?
Or did you hope that maybe I would snap,
and do it myself someday?
Does it scare you that I'm still alive,
and that I know what you have done?
Are you paranoid that one day
I might actually tell someone?
Is the guilt eating at your thoughts,
are you living a life full of vain?
Do you regret the things you've done to me,
to make me live a life of pain?
Do you think that I'm still scared of you?
If you do, you're very wrong.
Did you think I'd ever get through this
and once again be strong?
I've got you cornered with your sins,
you've been trapped in your own hole.
Does it frighten you to know,
that I'm the one who's in control?
Are you mad because I put an end,
To your cruel, little game?
Does it disappoint you,
that I no longer feel the pain?
Are you nervous when I look at you?
Will you be wary when we meet?
You should be;
If there's one thing that you've taught me,
it's that revenge is always sweet.