I sit in that corner, in my room so dark, so lonley.
I laugh...scratch at my knees, connect the dots of the paint splats
Moving my fingers against my face..my legs
My mind, my demons speaking all at once..
I whisper..I drool
"I'm insane..."I'm insane
I stand up...stiff, my head tilted..my smile larger than Jeff's
I hold a knife in my left hand. He's there, right there by my wall
"please stop your scaring me"
He cries, I laugh.
I take the knife to my wrists, nod, smile, laugh, drool.
I slice and slice and slice and slice until my god damn hand goes numb
Mmmm, feels good. I continue...and continue...and continue to feel the pain...the pleasure.
I wont stop...until I'm dead
Besides...aha You rather..have me kill myself...
then see what I could do...with a knife...not against my skin...but against someone elses
- Author: Shalskai (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 3rd, 2017 00:12
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 53
Comments1
its never too late to find the light again
its bad for the skin to be alone in the dark for so long
try to find happiness in someone or something
I find it in you
i don't get what you see in me
if she really knew me i bet she'ed change her mind
everyone has something to live for whether they can see it themselves or not
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