By the time you're reading this letter, I must have been dead. He slapped me today again.

He nearly smashed my head on the door post. I wish it had end anyways.

But I will kill him to night. Definitely, I will. That your reading this piece, shows is my plan worked out well and you're stand looking up, beneath my dangling lifeless body.

I told myself, it's game over today. Don't you think its better I end it. May to stay away for good. What is life, when it's filled with scars, wounds, and tears and emotion ruptured at it's infancy.

Mine was ruptured, crushed by him. Should i recall the endless nights, my nectar bud was ripped, rapped over and over again. I try to cry those times, but tears have dried up in skull.

I don't emotional water any long, agony have stolen mine. Sometimes, wants them to flow...