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Keep Her or Kill Her?
Finally.
After all this time I can finally say what I really feel-- I am not going to hold my tongue because I could care less about what you think of me. . . Your opinion is the last one that I would care about. So here we are, standing on opposite sides of the spectrum; one suicidal and the other homicidal. You sick of being the third wheel, well you can have her-- Take the little bitch for all she's worth, which I am sad to say isn't much. Whatever the reason you're fucked up in the mind, you more than likely deserved. . . I absolutely could care less about what your problem is. I don't want her anymore, she's nothing to me anymore.
She's yours. . .
Take her?
Fuck her?
Stab her?
Rape her?
Use her?
Hit her?
Keep her?
Kill her?
Your choice, because the result doesn't matter to me.
I don't love her.
I don't hate her.
I don't like her.
I don't care about her.
She is nothing to me anymore.
Whatever power you think I have over her, I give up right now-- Take the power from me, choke her with the damn necklace she wears around her neck that taunts me every day.
Love her the way that she won't appreciate.
Kiss her the way she won't respect.
Fuck her the way she'll regret.
Believe her stories, her fantasies. . . The things she swears have happen, and watch the way the stories change-- Small details change with the further the stories go.
Say hi to Dani for me. . .
And Mary, Ryder, Toby, Rene, Samantha, Jeanette, Flora, Darla and Beth.
All her personalities that she supposedly has, or had-- Right didn't she magically get help for them recently?
Right. . .
She's just a liar, like she was about everything-- She was raped, she was molested, she was abused, she was heart broken. . . Poor pathetic little bitch.
And so I say have her, enjoy the broken wall that needs something to lean on. Don't expect her to help with your problems though because she mentioned how she didn't know how so many times. She mentioned how you broke her heart once, unless that was a lie too.
Whatever-- It doesn' matter.
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
I don't want her.
I don't love her.
I don't want her back.
Keep her-- She's nothing to me, let her play with your emotions and your heart for a few months or weeks, until she gets bored with you. Like she does with everything, go from the status of homicidal to suicidal like all of her past loves finally ended up as. Wanting to kill themselves because of the evil wrench they let into their souls, their minds, their hearts.
Let her split you open and climb inside, take your heart shove it into a jar and watch you bleed slowly because that's what she does. Hope you have patience because she will destroy any sanity you have, any sanity you thought you had.
And if she makes you snap-- Well than you can kill her. . .
No one will miss her, you'd do the world a favor.
Because the world would be better off without her.
Stab-
Slice-
Rip-
Cut-
Pull back, aim, pull the trigger, BANG!
Let her die. . .
Quick or slow?
Knife or gun?
Stab her--
Shoot her--
I don't fucking care anymore.
You want to reverse time and try and kill me?
Hit me with you best shot, because I don't go down without a fight.
And trust me, I hated you every day I saw you-- Every moment I spoke to you.
Everything you ever did, I wanted you to die.
So thank you for breaking down, and being put away. Thank you for turning yourself in and never being allowed back at school.
Thank you for leaving and getting out of my life, you were a distraction to my real goals.
Maybe I am evil, a harlet and a whore. But I did learn from the best-- So you can thank whatever her name is now? She went by so many that I can't seem to remember the correct one.
So keep her or kill her?
Because it's all the same to me.
After all this time I can finally say what I really feel-- I am not going to hold my tongue because I could care less about what you think of me. . . Your opinion is the last one that I would care about. So here we are, standing on opposite sides of the spectrum; one suicidal and the other homicidal. You sick of being the third wheel, well you can have her-- Take the little bitch for all she's worth, which I am sad to say isn't much. Whatever the reason you're fucked up in the mind, you more than likely deserved. . . I absolutely could care less about what your problem is. I don't want her anymore, she's nothing to me anymore.
She's yours. . .
Take her?
Fuck her?
Stab her?
Rape her?
Use her?
Hit her?
Keep her?
Kill her?
Your choice, because the result doesn't matter to me.
I don't love her.
I don't hate her.
I don't like her.
I don't care about her.
She is nothing to me anymore.
Whatever power you think I have over her, I give up right now-- Take the power from me, choke her with the damn necklace she wears around her neck that taunts me every day.
Love her the way that she won't appreciate.
Kiss her the way she won't respect.
Fuck her the way she'll regret.
Believe her stories, her fantasies. . . The things she swears have happen, and watch the way the stories change-- Small details change with the further the stories go.
Say hi to Dani for me. . .
And Mary, Ryder, Toby, Rene, Samantha, Jeanette, Flora, Darla and Beth.
All her personalities that she supposedly has, or had-- Right didn't she magically get help for them recently?
Right. . .
She's just a liar, like she was about everything-- She was raped, she was molested, she was abused, she was heart broken. . . Poor pathetic little bitch.
And so I say have her, enjoy the broken wall that needs something to lean on. Don't expect her to help with your problems though because she mentioned how she didn't know how so many times. She mentioned how you broke her heart once, unless that was a lie too.
Whatever-- It doesn' matter.
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
I don't want her.
I don't love her.
I don't want her back.
Keep her-- She's nothing to me, let her play with your emotions and your heart for a few months or weeks, until she gets bored with you. Like she does with everything, go from the status of homicidal to suicidal like all of her past loves finally ended up as. Wanting to kill themselves because of the evil wrench they let into their souls, their minds, their hearts.
Let her split you open and climb inside, take your heart shove it into a jar and watch you bleed slowly because that's what she does. Hope you have patience because she will destroy any sanity you have, any sanity you thought you had.
And if she makes you snap-- Well than you can kill her. . .
No one will miss her, you'd do the world a favor.
Because the world would be better off without her.
Stab-
Slice-
Rip-
Cut-
Pull back, aim, pull the trigger, BANG!
Let her die. . .
Quick or slow?
Knife or gun?
Stab her--
Shoot her--
I don't fucking care anymore.
You want to reverse time and try and kill me?
Hit me with you best shot, because I don't go down without a fight.
And trust me, I hated you every day I saw you-- Every moment I spoke to you.
Everything you ever did, I wanted you to die.
So thank you for breaking down, and being put away. Thank you for turning yourself in and never being allowed back at school.
Thank you for leaving and getting out of my life, you were a distraction to my real goals.
Maybe I am evil, a harlet and a whore. But I did learn from the best-- So you can thank whatever her name is now? She went by so many that I can't seem to remember the correct one.
So keep her or kill her?
Because it's all the same to me.
Published 9th Jan 2012
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