Lonely Holidays: What Rachel Myatt Started(Nobody's Home)

Its Thanksgiving Day in the U.S. and I am completely alone.  My parents are both dead.  My brother has a steady relationship.  I have been lied to cheated on and abandoned to the point that holidays are the saddest time of year for me.  Last year the girl who I thought finally would love me just used me to get presents for herself and her kid then split two days before Christmas.  I learned that the world is a cruel place. In the last month I had my wallet, Ipad, and all my personal documents stolen.  Instead of become defeated it just made me work harder and made me more upset that good people keep getting kicked down.  I no longer trust anyone but God.  I leave it all in His hands.  I sit alone in this house today.  I remember Rachel Myatt and everyday it stings.  I loved you very much and not a day goes by when I dont think about you.  You destroyed what little faith I had left in women.  Before I die I promise you though the whole world will know of you.  I still have a story to tell and the time when I am willing to share that with the whole world is nearing. I've had songs for 4yrs and ones I've just written.  Ive taken guitar lessons, bass lessons, keyboard lessons to make sure what I share with the world is the deepest and truest music so you and your family The Myatts, The Friesens, and Bakers know what harm and hurt you put in my heart.  I loved you and believed in you.  Now my heart is empty and all it wants is revenge.  Not the kind where I go crazy and hurt people physically.  I am much to intelligent and smart to hurt others that way.  I want you the kind of revenge where you stop to think that maybe your New Church Doctrine is racist, extreme, and self centered.  I want the kind where you wake up and see that your lies, your cowardice, and your selective prejudice and racism hurt people.  I want you to know Rachel Myatt that I am coming for you.  I am coming for you through words, through song, and through pain.  You can hide where ever you want to or even change your name. People know the truth and you know the truth.  The next man you give yourself to I hope he knows what a liar, what a fake, and what an untruthful person you are.  I still hate you and I hope you choke on all your evils that you would rather embrace instead of someone who truly loved you.