Desperate cries to the unknown

Every night, I would pray that the x would die
over and over again...until I fell asleep

I also made a doll out of popsicle sticks
The x stick man with a garment of string and paper
I colored a red place where the heart was
Every night, I would stab that red place over and over again with a needle
Angry stabs...wishing for a heart ailment

I kept the doll hidden in my wardrobe

So much hate...only to be released on myself