I walk into the room and here her laughs.
the cruel shreaks of a little whore in the room.
I crouch in hopes of escaping but she finds me.
I scream and she laughs.
The pain circulates through my core and the gun falls to my feet.
The teers that are cried fall.
she doesn't care she spits on the floor of the past she's hurt.
She's a whore a slut she doesn't care.
Her followers enter the ones who blindly follow.
They stand and watch and she stabs the innocent over and over again.
My blood covers the ground but i don't bleed red.
i bleed in rainbows.
she kicks me again and calls me a fag.
I cry and reach for the gun.
She kicks it away and i give in.
She will be the death of me but i don't care.


Death is better than this.

Living in Hell