Have you ever wondered what it's like to **** someone?
I have.
I imagined it being an exhilarating experience.
One I will never forget.
Of course, you have to make sure you do it properly.
You don't want to get caught, do you?
I remember her watery, crystal eyes.
Her violet wrists and ankles.
The way her hair stood up when I touched her.
The way she winced whenever my cool blade touched her.
Was she panicking?
Probably.
I remember her gasps for air.
Her hoarse, croaky voice.
One stab.
A velvet sea laid out in front of me.
Two stabs.
Red, glittery hands.
Three stabs.
It's getter harder to see.
Four stabs.
I fall down.
I smear the blood on the wall.
As if it were a cry for help.
I wanted to do this so badly.
Why am I now regretting it?
Guilt swarms my body.
My head aches.
Have you ever wanted to **** somebody?
Because I have.
Today's the day I ****** a blade into my stomach.
A crimson waterfall.
My final words are yours to read.
On this ****** sheet of paper.
Today's the day I shivered with a blade to my wrist.
Hesitation, but the urge to die.
My final words are yours to read.
On this creme coloured wall in red writing.
Today's the day I
died.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
Have you ever wondered what it's like to **** someone?
I have.
I imagined it being an exhilarating experience.
One I will never forget.
Of course, you have to make sure you do it properly.
You don't want to get caught, do you?
I remember her watery, crystal eyes.
Her violet wrists and ankles.
The way her hair stood up when I touched her.
The way she winced whenever my cool blade touched her.
Was she panicking?
Probably.
I remember her gasps for air.
Her hoarse, croaky voice.
One stab.
A velvet sea laid out in front of me.
Two stabs.
Red, glittery hands.
Three stabs.
It's getter harder to see.
Four stabs.
I fall down.
I smear the blood on the wall.
As if it were a cry for help.
I wanted to do this so badly.
Why am I now regretting it?
Guilt swarms my body.
My head aches.
Have you ever wanted to **** somebody?
Because I have.
Today's the day I ****** a blade into my stomach.
A crimson waterfall.
My final words are yours to read.
On this ****** sheet of paper.
Today's the day I shivered with a blade to my wrist.
Hesitation, but the urge to die.
My final words are yours to read.
On this creme coloured wall in red writing.
Today's the day I
died.
