

Prove to youWhen you don't know you question. When you don't believe you argue. When you don't understand you prod until your satisfied. You've done all these things and still don't trust in me. I've told you everything but you just won't believe. You call me a liar. Say I'm longing for others attention. God only knows that's not true. Maybe when I'm gone you'll finally see. What I said was the truth. Tonight I kill myself just to prove myself to you. You can't call me a liar when my body's dead and mProve to you


Blood of the InnocentI look at the blood stained knife, then to my blood stained hands. It's the blood of my family, the blood of my friends. I look at the floor, so much blood so much gore. Dead bodies lay everywhere. Blood spatters the walls, soaks inot the floor. The bright red liquid penitrates. Into the plaster, into the carpet, and into the door. It'll never all wash away. The blood of the innocent. I stand alone, surrounded by corpses, covered myself in crimson blood, yet none of what's on me is my own. I wipe the blood from my eyes, to bBlood of the Innocent
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