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Well tell me Mr. Sneaky Snake

 Does it make you feel good

 To know that you robbed your own

 Family of their childhood.

The pain it runs deep

 It's something I can't forget.

 It festers in the back of my mind,

 It eats at my soul like a tick.

Time is supposed to heal all wounds

 But these memories won't go away,

 It hurts me deep inside

 Every moment of every day.

Family is supposed to keep you safe,

 Teach you trust and love.

 Now how do you feel

 That you've betrayed your own blood?

Years later you finally said sorry,

 Yeah, only sorry you got caught.

 You're growing sicker and older now

 Drinking yourself to death while you rot.

I've always felt embarrassed & ashamed,

 It makes me sick to my stomach.

 If it wasn't disgusting enough to abuse me,

 You had to mess with my cousins.

I can't wait till the day

 That I may piss on your grave

 Someone that was truly sincere,

 I could have forgave.

Just know that Karma's a bitch,

 And one day you'll pay your dues

 Be it this life or the next

 there's a special place in hell

 reserved for people like you.

~Deziraye Wald~