Derp

Sometimes...I wonder why I was created.
What is my reason to live?
Why do I have to suffer?
I've done nothing against humanity
Why am I the one that got picked on school because of my lifestyle?
Ever since I've been there all that I have experienced is pain and suffer...
The blood on my hands...is mine
The blade that I'm holding isn't even mine
I gently touch my skin with it and the skin opens up
A pool of red is dripping
I want more of it
It's delichious
Gimme more
Now....I'm dead...inside but not on the outside
I wish there were someone who could save me from my destiny
Is that you death?
Has my time come?
Take me with you

Ännu en grej som jag kom ihåg vad jag skrev för längesedan