The rage of the writer

I woken up to a unfamiliar place
its dark. realy dark
a small light is behind me
thefigure of a man beihnd a screen is what i seen

he stared at me as i cocked my head at him
he typed before i even can think a word.
soon his typeing stopped and he looked into my eyes
i could see his emotion, his feeling

Rage filled his expression, not twards me
but twards someong else
but why am i his target
am i his new toy?

suddenly i was struck with a object
i looked to my side and no one was there
i was then knocked down.as i felt something tower over me
my side started to bleed

i heard luaghter and mocking. of my new attire
i was naked and ugly sprawled across a town
people threw rocks at me and soon called me a monster
then i saw the girl i love

she walked up to me, carassed my face then punched it with rage.
she called me a bitch and left with another man.
i fell into darkness and landed on broken glass
i felt blood trinckle off my back

i stared up and saw his face agian.
he looked satisfied and content
he reached in his pocket for one last trick
he poured burnging alchahol all over wounds still fresh with glass

"its for the best" he laughs as i scream in pain
my body thrusted harder working the shards in more
'Make it stop Make it stop!" i screamed as i thrashed some more
He continued and sprinckled it, adding to the pressure.

"What did i do to deserve this!" i yelled as loud as i could
the man stopeed for a second and stared at me.
suprised i spoke, he finaly said
"your right, what did i do to deserve this?" as he then stabs a cold dagger into my heart

I layed there looking up, fixed at the hole in the sky.
 blood trinckled down my face from my mouth as my breaths grew weaker
i watch the man grab the screen he was in. and crumbled it up.
i heard the thump of metal. as it grew dark.
My life continued from there. as it is still now
i Lie here on broken glass, naked and wounded. i may die soon
What did i ever do? to earn the rage of the writer?