

EnoughWalking into the house,Enough
It brings back unwanted memories of my fucked up childhood.
The physical and emotional abuse you caused my brother and me.
I remember the day I snapped.
That was when I fucking had enough of you and your bullshit.
You were supposed to be our protector,
Not the one causing us pain.
While you were beating my brother,
I ran to the closet.
I knew where you kept the gun hidden.
I grabbed it and clicked the safety off.
I pointed it at you thinking ‘Die you fucking bastard, die.’  


My love, my life, my worldI pulled the trigger,My love, my life, my world
And watched as the blood flowed down her head.
My love, my life, my world
I didn’t do it out of hatred,
But out of love.
I couldn’t bear to see you with him.
I put the gun against my head.
Now we will be together, always.
No one will ever get in our way.
I love you.
I pull the trigger to join you.
My love, my life, my world


Which is real?“Honey? Are you alright?,” said a voice. It was my mother. She was at the stove cooking some pancakes. “You need to get ready for school.”Which is real?
I look around the room and see my father sitting across from me, eating eggs and reading the newspaper. “You better hurry,” was all that he said to me. On my left, there was my baby brother, who stuck out his tongue at me and said, “Loser.”
This didn’t feel right. Where is the home that I am used too? No mother. No father. No baby brother. Just my friends and I roaming th
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