on those walls in my blood i will write, the pains and anguish you have caused. the sins you have placed myself to commit in hopes you may create a happier family it seems. perhaps so would be the truth if i could make myself dissapear, a death to the black sheep i presume.
rob me of my life, my happiness, my inspiration in the broad of daylight. you, the one who were meant to be my protector; instead made me shatter and fall back into my days of darkened skies.
leave me be i beg you, for as the sight of you tempts me to drag that perfect piece of blade across my soft delicate skin.
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