I Wanted to Kill Men

I wanted to kill happy people.
I wanted to kill men.
Men kill women.
I hated them.
I slept with them for money.
They used me like everyone else used me.
I myself asked to die.
My whole life was hell.
From beginning to end.
My mother abandoned me,
I didn't know my father.
They called me the Deathly Hallows.
Me, Aileen Wuornos.
I'm coming back with Jesus.
I'll cry first.

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