Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27859657-20161211032420/@comment-24101790-20161211034542

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Can you feel the sunshine? hear the joyful screaming, sorry I can’t because of my parents screaming … hydrogen after hydrogen blowing in my stomach. Must be world war 2 … can you feel it… I said I cut myself like the massacre of the bloody mash… but I guess they didn’t hear me or care for me to kill me … but it wasn’t so bad the pain of my sins so I kept cutting myself … again and again A since of happiness I had with in… so I couldn’t help smiling for some time and then my sister saw the lines and worried for my sins how could she not keep such feelings with in. she reported to my parents. An unavoidable paradox I could see My mother flocked to me with an expression of grief But then her expression became an expression of sin And to such belief. She believed an ideal by most a perfect place for me. An asylum so she believed… it did not fright let alone occurred that I wouldn’t mind Going through hell without her. I said I cut myself like the massacre of the bloody mash… but I guess they didn’t hear me or care for me to kill me … but it wasn’t so bad the pain of my sins so I kept cutting myself … again and again It wasn’t them it was me Their version of discipline Angered me… it triggered a side of me That would allow myself to harm me… Perhaps an asylum would be just the place To keep me from the war of anger and rage… Homicide to my suicide was my only intent to hurt no one else but me… Lock me up under lock and key… so this world would never be frightened by me I said I cut myself like the massacare of the bloody mash… but I guess they didn’t hear me or care for me to kill me … but it wasn’t so bad the pain of my sins so I kept cutting myself … again and again Mother and father, if they  are  afaid shouldn’t you be too. It wouldn’t surprise me if I cut you two Sooner or later I’ll kill more of you… Im sorry god for my sins I wishi could restart again… Killing things how does it start… it always start with you heart But not nearly before your skin but soon I start killing again… I’ve told them once and I’ve done it twice… dripping blood is what I like If I restarted I’d tell you just this sin: I said I cut myself like the massacare of the bloody mash… but I guess you didn’t hear me or care for me to kill myself again … but it wasn’t so bad the pain of my sins so I kept cutting myself … again and again…