You Don't Know ShitYou don’t know how much you mean to me.
Even though I “hate” you so much,
You don’t know how attractive you are to me,
It’s just a shame that you have such a fucked personally to go with it.
You don’t know how every word you say feels like thousand knife stabbing into my heart
You don't know who whenever I look at you I hurt.
You don't know that when I look and think about you I debate weather or not to kick you in
the balls or burst into floods of tears.
YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING SO FUCK YOU!
Your WordsYour words
Like the sharp pain of a blade slicing through skin,
Your words cut through me,
like a serrated knife going deep into my chest,
Like the sharp pain of a dagger twisting into bone marrow,
Your words ruin me like shattered glass,
The pain your words bring echo through my head and,
Make me feel the need to run a blade across my skin,
The blade digging into my skin are the words you inflict upon me,
The blood dripping down my skin,
Are the tears I can not cry,
Your words are like the pain of a knife being shoved into my heart multiple times.
YouIt feels like you've stabbed me a thousand times,
You have ripped me apart,
I feel as though my heart is bleeding,
And going to tear at its seams,
As if you shoved a blade down my throat multiple times,
Like the sharp pain of a dagger slicing through skin.
I want you to shrivel up and die,
You deserve to suffer,
You deserve to have your blood drain out of your inadequate body,
You ought to be crushed to the ground,
So fuck you!
The BabysitterThe Babysitter
“Bye, Ellie.” The parents said,” oh remember if Holly cries in the night give her hot chocolate. It helps her to calm down. She gets really bad nightmares sometimes.”
“Bye, yes I’ll remember. Have fun,” Ellie said as Holly’s parents left their house.
It was a Friday evening in early April. Ellie was a 16 year old who was babysitting Holly, a 3 year old girl. Holly was already in bed sound asleep. Ellie sat down on their small comfortable sofa in the sitting-room and turned on the T.V. ready for a rest for she’d had had a busy week. Ellie loved watching CSI so when she found the channel she was looking for she laid down on the sofa in order to get herself comfortable. She had been watching T.V. for an hour when Holly started crying. She glanced at her watched, it was 9 PM. Ellie went to the kitchen and got her some hot chocolate as instructed by her parents. She slowly walked up the stairs with the drink a