today i was in all black, listining to korn and slipknot, and my mom says “stop listining to that scary music” and i reply “just close my door” she pouts and looks around my dark room and says “why arn’t the lights on” and i said “i was sleeping??”
and so she finnaly leaves. alone atlast i say to the dagger i hold in my hands and as i am about to start my agressive cutting and the phone rings so i say to myself sure why not? and so i answer it to hear my mom getting a call saying that my dad has died in a car accident. she is screaming in the other room and runs in to cry and tell me well, she turns on the light to see me about to cut myself and she tries to stop me and she does. she that because my dad died means i shouldn’t kill myself and to my reply i said…i don’t care i was going to do it anyway to get away from you…she crys evan harder and runs into her room with my dagger…10 minutes go by and i go into her room to get my dagger…well guess what happens i see her laying in a puddle of blood and i see my dagger in her hand…she is dead…i shrugg my shoulders and think damn i wanted to get away from my parents now i just saved the anger in the after life and my parents are dead now… i get my dagger close her door get a backpack and stuff it with close and leave out of my house and tourch it and go to school the next day and in class my teacher says “i am sorry for your los” i reply “what los” leave my class just to see my teacher stairing at me… i go to a orphanage were they say i can’t were all black so i have no choice but to kill them all…one small bomb would do the job…well lets just say i am not the best piro and accidently blow myself up…THE QUESTION IS……DO I CARE??????