|
This is not just a knife.
This is me. this is you.
Us. This is us.
This is life. Blood. Crimson soul.
this is love. Our love. the love of leeches.
You want my blood? This is NOT forever.
This is now. That was then.
This is everything. This is where the buck stops.
This is life. Crimson. Red. Scarlet. Cinnabar. Blood.
This is scars. Tales of life love heartbreak and pain.
This.
This...
This is our story.
Us.
This is not just a knife.
This is everything.
Fuck you bert. Can't you write anything good anymore? Do you remember the boy locked in his room for a month? the boy with just a notebook and a razorblade? Where did he go? Where is he now? Does he still breathe? still think? Was he happy or sad? You don't even know do you? FUCK YOU. This is self hate at it's worst you little bitch. Do you know anything? How the fuck do you deal with yourself everyday? You.. don't even know how you feel.. What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You. Oh yeah. You don't even know how you feel. How in HELL could you know what's wrong with you? Tsk tsk. Little boy. You're horrible. You're a fucking wreck. LOOK AT YOU! Go ahead. Look down. Look at the baggy pants. Tha pj shirt. No socks. No shoes. No underwear at all. Is this what you wanted to become? Oh. And does that hair really look that good on you? I don't think so. You. Forget this. Don't ever look in the mirror again. I don't want to look at you.
whore.
( Fucking. Edit. )
|
ecstatic
drunk
dirty
cranky