blood stains the walls
the knife is a foot away from the body
he was stabbed to death
my hands are caked in his blood
my face streaked with tears and dust
it is not my fault!
it is not my fault!
IT IS NOT MY FAULT!!

there once was a man who killed for fun
day after day he killed under the sun
the blood of his enemies fell on a flower
which gave him such unique power
however, that power caught up to him one day
and took his breath away
the power he stole from his enemies shared
the only way to be free from his sorrow
was to **** himself tomorrow
the following day he went out to the field
to throw his sword down and yield
but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flower
a type that he gave off such honor and power
he said to himself, “i want my blood to flow over this flower, so i can be remembered forever”
that day in the field, the man poured his blood over the flower
and from that day forward, his blood is still soaked over the dainty flower

parents are suppose to teach  you how to pay the bills
how to do your own laundry
how to cook your own meals.
but you know what my parents taught me?
how to handle myself  around a drunk person
how to avoid any conversation that involves conflict
how to hide my tears from them
whenever i take a shower, i cry till my eyes are red so they can never see the girl that they created.