

passing lives
i don't think everyone knows what
it's like to lose someone.
there's pain, suffering, crying
and terrible headaches [caused by the crying].
i saw these "hoodlums" stopping by the
skate park, smoking more than a pack of
cigarettes, in a minimum of 3 hours.
my dad died. since then i've
been living in hell with my mom.
i think i'm going mental writing creepy
stories about her "unpredictable" death.
falling down the stairs, with a knife sticking up in
the air. being stabbed to death by a masked man.
being raped and then set on fire with gasoline and a
match.no one knows what she has done to me.
she punch me against the wall, for not washing the
dishes. she nearly stabbed be in the stomach after
being caught with kathleen in the bed.
kathleen & i still do it, just at her house.
she helps me relieve all the stress.
i'll do anything, goodbye apathy.

4 comments:
what a nightmare. looking forward to your new story.
Wow. That's awful. =[
ok...that was a bit...scary.
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