...God, those pearly whites
Poor, poor girl.
Please hold her.
Please kiss her.
Please love her.
She has no lips.
She has no soul.
Shes not like you.
She is no longer human.
But doesnt she have a nice smile?
Doesnt she have a concealed weapon?
Shouldnt we kill her?
Shouldnt we ignore her?
Shouldnt we play pretend?
She couldve ruled the world.
But, the fool she fell in love.
What an insipid fucking retard, eh?
Youll never hear her say shes sorry.
So much bitter hatred, yet she found love.
She could tell you stories, but you dont care.
Be honest.
Im not lying. Believe me.
She couldve been trusted.
She really couldve been
She was scary.
She could feel.
She was so ashamed.
She just wanted to be normal.
She just wanted to be numb.
She just wanted to be boring like you.
And you.
And you.
Foolish, foolish girl.
Grow the fuck up already.
Dont you have anything better to do with your time?
So easy. So fucking easy.
So pathetic.
Cast in calluses and blisters.
Such a toxic little malcontent.
But she couldve given the world.
She couldve ruled it.
She couldve kicked it in the fucking face.
She deserved every heart in her hand.
No matter how insignificant.
She commanded attention with a goddamn sledgehammer.
To think, all she ever wanted to do was talk.
Share her life.
Share whatever could be known as her soul.
She hated people who wished on stars.
She hated praying as an act of desperation.
All she wanted was to be loved.
But nobody ever knows what they want, right?
NOBODY EVER KNOWS WHAT THEY WANT, RIGHT?!
Thats why she invented the word, misanthropy.
And yes, thats why he hated her.
He wasnt the only one.
But he wasnt the one.
Plane crashes are so sexy.
Suffering made her wet.
She fucked herself every time she saw someone crying.
She was jealous.
You have no idea.
You really dont.
Those teeth enticed her.
God, she loved his smile.
God, she missed smiling.
And those eyes
What a marvelous disguise.
She knew this was the last shed see of him.
She was crying as she prepared.
Nobody will know which brand of tears though.
She regretted piercing herself for him.
She regretted trusting anyone.
She regretted not doing this sooner.
She regretted having something to regret.
She hates you for reading this.
Seriously.
You are now officially hated.
Now.
Feel special, you fucking imbecile.
Have you begun?
As she climbed the stairs, she remembered that night.
Everything was so perfect.
She thought, Finally happiness.
She wept as he had his way.
The boundaries of sorrow and joy blurred further that evening.
She knew.
Her tears made him throb.
Her skinned knees, her raw knuckles, her purple wrists.
She bled, she cried, she came.
Her old teddy bear seemed to be looking at her.
Looking so disappointed.
Freshly penetrated. Now, now, shes a woman.
right?
She cant tell.
Hed be mad.
He was afraid.
Shed leave him.
Shed hurt him.
She had to know.
She belonged to him.
Ouch.
That sux.
Im sorry.
I love you.
I dont know.
Wish I could help.
Wish I could offer another tender platitude.
Im fresh out.
I have no more attention to pay.
My attention is expensive.
So pay me, baby.
Yeah, fuck you too.
Suddenly, she was wrong.
Suddenly, she was ecstatic.
She wasnt happy at all.
She was numb for the first fucking time in her life.
She was content.
She hated everything, and that made her smile as she reached for her gun.
That old lullaby echoed in her mind as she closed her eyes.
Still smiling.
God, those pearly whites.
You shouldve seen em.
You really shouldve.
But remember, shes a failure.
Such a beautiful, disgusting failure.
A divine fucking waste of flesh.
You should take a picture.
You really should.
It does, indeed, last longer.
But shes changed.
Hell be so proud.
Shell be a success.
She cradled his pretty head in her unworthy hands.
Her dirty, filthy fucking hands.
You shouldve seen where those hands had been.
You really shouldve.
And then, there they were.
Those gorgeous windows to his fucking soul.
Or whatever.
He awoke as he felt the blade firmly gliding across his neck.
Wouldnt you?
Suddenly, he was understood.
Suddenly, he was content.
He was then freshly penetrated.
Then, he couldve been a man.
He parted his lips to cry out to her.
She merely placed her finger to her own and whispered,
ssshhh.
Her knife finished its glorious ballet, and he had begun.
To bleed, to cry, to cum.
At once. The last moment.
He knew.
Nothing mattered.
He was so proud.
He smiled, and she fell in love again.
Everything was so perfect.
You shouldve been there.
You really shouldve.
And as he slipped out of this cruel fucking world,
she softly sang to him:
Heres a lullaby to close your eyes.
It was always you that I despised.
I dont feel enough for you to cry.
Heres a lullaby to close your eyes.
goodbye.
Isnt it funny, really?
She felt so original.
So unique.
Like a stupid fucking snowflake, right?
She knew.
She knew theyd laugh.
She knows youre laughing now, fucker.
She still hates you.
And you.
And you.
All of you.
The smell of his blood was remarkably intoxicating.
Definitely something to write home about.
She wanted to fuck herself so hard.
But remember, shes a failure.
A spectacular mess.
Yes, thats who she was.
She couldve loved him unconditionally.
She couldve been trusted.
She really couldve.
But you wouldnt care.
Be honest.
Isnt she selfish?
Isnt she insignificant?
Isnt all this so inconvenient?
Dont you love her now?
She knew.
She had one friend left.
She had but to gingerly squeeze him, and she'd be in paradise.
Gently now, gently
He was going to set her free.
Doesnt it make you smile too?
God, those pearly whites.
You shouldve been there.
You really shouldve.
Poor, poor girl.
Please hold her.
Please kiss her.
Please love her.
She has no lips.
She has no soul.
Shes not like you.
She is no longer human.
But doesnt she have a nice smile?
Doesnt she have a concealed weapon?
Shouldnt we kill her?
Shouldnt we ignore her?
Shouldnt we play pretend?
She couldve ruled the world.
But, the fool she fell in love.
What an insipid fucking retard, eh?
Youll never hear her say shes sorry.
So much bitter hatred, yet she found love.
She could tell you stories, but you dont care.
Be honest.
Im not lying. Believe me.
She couldve been trusted.
She really couldve been
She was scary.
She could feel.
She was so ashamed.
She just wanted to be normal.
She just wanted to be numb.
She just wanted to be boring like you.
And you.
And you.
Foolish, foolish girl.
Grow the fuck up already.
Dont you have anything better to do with your time?
So easy. So fucking easy.
So pathetic.
Cast in calluses and blisters.
Such a toxic little malcontent.
But she couldve given the world.
She couldve ruled it.
She couldve kicked it in the fucking face.
She deserved every heart in her hand.
No matter how insignificant.
She commanded attention with a goddamn sledgehammer.
To think, all she ever wanted to do was talk.
Share her life.
Share whatever could be known as her soul.
She hated people who wished on stars.
She hated praying as an act of desperation.
All she wanted was to be loved.
But nobody ever knows what they want, right?
NOBODY EVER KNOWS WHAT THEY WANT, RIGHT?!
Thats why she invented the word, misanthropy.
And yes, thats why he hated her.
He wasnt the only one.
But he wasnt the one.
Plane crashes are so sexy.
Suffering made her wet.
She fucked herself every time she saw someone crying.
She was jealous.
You have no idea.
You really dont.
Those teeth enticed her.
God, she loved his smile.
God, she missed smiling.
And those eyes
What a marvelous disguise.
She knew this was the last shed see of him.
She was crying as she prepared.
Nobody will know which brand of tears though.
She regretted piercing herself for him.
She regretted trusting anyone.
She regretted not doing this sooner.
She regretted having something to regret.
She hates you for reading this.
Seriously.
You are now officially hated.
Now.
Feel special, you fucking imbecile.
Have you begun?
As she climbed the stairs, she remembered that night.
Everything was so perfect.
She thought, Finally happiness.
She wept as he had his way.
The boundaries of sorrow and joy blurred further that evening.
She knew.
Her tears made him throb.
Her skinned knees, her raw knuckles, her purple wrists.
She bled, she cried, she came.
Her old teddy bear seemed to be looking at her.
Looking so disappointed.
Freshly penetrated. Now, now, shes a woman.
right?
She cant tell.
Hed be mad.
He was afraid.
Shed leave him.
Shed hurt him.
She had to know.
She belonged to him.
Ouch.
That sux.
Im sorry.
I love you.
I dont know.
Wish I could help.
Wish I could offer another tender platitude.
Im fresh out.
I have no more attention to pay.
My attention is expensive.
So pay me, baby.
Yeah, fuck you too.
Suddenly, she was wrong.
Suddenly, she was ecstatic.
She wasnt happy at all.
She was numb for the first fucking time in her life.
She was content.
She hated everything, and that made her smile as she reached for her gun.
That old lullaby echoed in her mind as she closed her eyes.
Still smiling.
God, those pearly whites.
You shouldve seen em.
You really shouldve.
But remember, shes a failure.
Such a beautiful, disgusting failure.
A divine fucking waste of flesh.
You should take a picture.
You really should.
It does, indeed, last longer.
But shes changed.
Hell be so proud.
Shell be a success.
She cradled his pretty head in her unworthy hands.
Her dirty, filthy fucking hands.
You shouldve seen where those hands had been.
You really shouldve.
And then, there they were.
Those gorgeous windows to his fucking soul.
Or whatever.
He awoke as he felt the blade firmly gliding across his neck.
Wouldnt you?
Suddenly, he was understood.
Suddenly, he was content.
He was then freshly penetrated.
Then, he couldve been a man.
He parted his lips to cry out to her.
She merely placed her finger to her own and whispered,
ssshhh.
Her knife finished its glorious ballet, and he had begun.
To bleed, to cry, to cum.
At once. The last moment.
He knew.
Nothing mattered.
He was so proud.
He smiled, and she fell in love again.
Everything was so perfect.
You shouldve been there.
You really shouldve.
And as he slipped out of this cruel fucking world,
she softly sang to him:
Heres a lullaby to close your eyes.
It was always you that I despised.
I dont feel enough for you to cry.
Heres a lullaby to close your eyes.
goodbye.
Isnt it funny, really?
She felt so original.
So unique.
Like a stupid fucking snowflake, right?
She knew.
She knew theyd laugh.
She knows youre laughing now, fucker.
She still hates you.
And you.
And you.
All of you.
The smell of his blood was remarkably intoxicating.
Definitely something to write home about.
She wanted to fuck herself so hard.
But remember, shes a failure.
A spectacular mess.
Yes, thats who she was.
She couldve loved him unconditionally.
She couldve been trusted.
She really couldve.
But you wouldnt care.
Be honest.
Isnt she selfish?
Isnt she insignificant?
Isnt all this so inconvenient?
Dont you love her now?
She knew.
She had one friend left.
She had but to gingerly squeeze him, and she'd be in paradise.
Gently now, gently
He was going to set her free.
Doesnt it make you smile too?
God, those pearly whites.
You shouldve been there.
You really shouldve.