I cuddled in the closet. Mama and Papa screamed, I cried. Blood pooled under the door.

Death is a tragity
for some it's a joy
some just play with it
like it's a toy

a boy or a girl
doesn't matter which
the person is blood thirsty
their minds will not switch

it may be an enemy
or even a friend
who cares
not them

Sometimes I wounder
Would it truly be a bad thing
To let it all go
And die

I LOVE YOU is 8 letters but so is BULLSHIT!!!!

I was stripped away by my heart and soul. They replaced me with mechanical parts, part or whole.

In my world there is no happiness
no colour.
just a depressing blackness
they have taken it.
my colour, my happiness
will i ever see it again?

Blessed be the Giver
Cursed be the Thief
May fortune smile
upon the True
And Liars come
to Grief

My hands are dripping with Bl00d. . . .

And its n0t mine. . . .

"don't apologize. i just hope you choke and die."

I ve had enough i need more than this my life is over as far as im concerned the world will be better with out me