Hell is Lhel

I was born ugly.
I was born in the wrong body.

"Please, somebody help me!"
I cried out, but none came.

With knife in one hand.
And, with my letter in the other.
I took my own life.

I screamed bloody joy when I fell to the ground.

My skull shattered against the trunks of the trees.
My bones clattered against the sticks of the dead sea of roots.
My skin tattered and all else came loose.

My death, I said, "Thank you!"
To the heavens, but no god was there.

God is in the afterlife.
God is Hell.

Hell is Lhel.
Lhel is me.
And, I cannot escape the hell I created.

I seek redemption and revenge.
I seek bloodshed.
I seek your life.

For my life is over, but I will have yours.
Maybe, then I shall be a better daughter.

Will you be happy then, mother and father?