Burrial Ground

Claiming as yours for everyone to understand this was your traumatizer. You traumatized me in the ways of where death could be a better life.

danger, Danger, DANGER.

You were. Every part I saw of you was danger with the cold did grin as I accepted the invite to your store. The pitter of your feet weren't angelic, but little screams of agony.

death, Death, DEATH

Finally came. But the final look gotten in my eyes was the glory of the nasty body I've been deemed to watch hurt me sitting not far with a pipe lighting bright with the last one's ashes.

You're so funny!

Call me fat, make fun of me! Call me names as I just sit there and take it. What else do I do? 

Cry? Weak

Anger? Overdramatic

Run away? Wuss

There's never a right action when you are the one in the middle of destruction, but laughing. Laugh at the misery people put you in as your feelings break knowing the people you've trusted with the info of your life just splittered everything out.

Betrayel?

No, fame.

They wanted fame to become the best guy in the school. The only way? Beat up the only worst kid there is until that kid is done for. 

Fat

Ugly

Disgraceful

Unloveable

Disgusting

Smelly

These could even be lies! But nobody believes you! So just accept! Accept what they say! Hide away what you want to express! Nothing from your voice could matter to others as you just belong at the bottom of the line. 

Until you die. Then everybody crowds you for approval that they didn't do anything wrong. But yet, they reassure themselves it wasn't them, when it was ALL them.

I knew you before. Different than now you were. Grown you have. Matured you done. 

We never stay the same even with the trying we do. Changing is the way of maturing. Understanding what you were before was just a phase of your life to bring you to where you are. 

I phased myself into different feelings, clothes, thoughts of everything, everyone. But yet I stayed one way, unloveable. 

There's one thing that never leaves you as you grow that you could cherish or break yourself with. 

You could be pretty, great.

You could be gay, congratulations

You could be ugly, I am

You could be depressed, feel better

There's everything out there. But only one comes for you. Watch carefully what you wish to be stuck with, for it's you. It will be known as you, people will remember you for that. 

(Trigger warning)

I wanted you. You were my little bean. My everything. But yet I couldn't live with you inside me.

"Ma'am, please be careful!" 

You were never what I expected. But yet I always knew that. I still would watch your little self inside me with love every day. I followed your every movement for extra safety to keep you alive. I ate just right to keep you healthy. 

Yet I still beated you out.

I watched the blood leak from my vaginal with no fear into the toilet. No care of what happens to you. I didn't want you to live anymore inside me. I wanted you out, dead, unbreathing. 

I was so scared before. Holding tears every day just knowing anything could hurt you, little bean. But you broke me. I can't be with you anymore. 

(Yander love letter)

I Love you darling for my heart is a gusher of blood. I swallow your masculine fluid to give me butterflies in my stomach

I love you.

Shaving my hair off to soon make into a doll for you to voodoo with as you please. Throw it, tear it, kiss is, lust for it. I shall be your puppet.

I want you

Gut me out with your hands, stake me through my holes to stand up as a bloody trophy. Use my heart as a stuffed toy to lull you to sleep. My guts will be your scarf for warmth as my kidneys can be your ear warmers. My skin is your coat as I devour you in warmth. Use my teeth as chewy food as I will sweeten them up just for you.

I need you.

Let me kill for you. Destroy your enemies as we create such a crucial crime scene for everyone to see. Make hearts out of their body parts for you, darling. Write out little poems with the blood they gush out from the stab wounds I've inflicted.

Nobody but you and me

January where the cries had begun turning grumbling

February where it grew like a plant each night as no weather could stop it.

March when everyone laid to rest for their eternity under the glow

Nothing is the same, yet

We all feel the same

Lets see how we think

How we work inside

I walked around looking at all the brains that sat upon a floating mechanism next to everybody. Everyone had their brain out, especially me. Yet, mine wasn't on show. It was covered by a glass cage that was toppled on by a thick blanket. 

She thinks pretty

He thinks cleverly

They think majestically

It thinks darkly

You think everything

I think- 

CRACK

Hearing that stopped me. That couldn't have been me, right? But what else sounds like that but glass. With quick movements before it gets away, I grabbed the mechanism and wrapped it into a firm hug to give it no room for escape. Slowly lifting the blanket, I spotted a crack. A little crack, is what I thought, but lifting it higher I saw it stretch from the bottom to the tippy top with little branches spreading from it. 

"Oh, are you going to show your brain off, now!" One of them he's said, ecstatic to most likely write down the details of what mine is. 

Touching someone stuff 

Danger: toxic

Screaming bloody aggression 

will happen

don't overthink all do don't touch

don't overthi- 

CRACK

My heart stopped beating at hearing that sound again, for I knew where it was from. I clawed at the he in front of me as a begging way of saying get away from me. He did get away, ran like a crying child, and that allowed me to check my little caged "pet". The glass was losing the battle, severely. I couldn't allow it. But before I could fix anything, a she slammed her hand into the delicate glass as she tried to grab the blanket, giving it its finishing attack, letting the monster lose.

Thoughts can be held back 

overthinking can be mended

overthinking death's for people can't.

Blabbering

its death, 

his death, 

her death,

Their death

Nobody death.

Before another word was said I ran to the bathroom breathing heavily with tears running down my cheeks soon flying behind me. I felt everybody's eyes on me, feeling like lasers burning tiny holes into me to make little targets. 

Blocking thoughts is effort

Blocking thoughts is labor

There something that 

work for the thoughts.

Looking under the stalls, there was no one in here. Until I looked at the end of the last stall, spotting something feet dangling from the toilet seat. I slowly got up from my crouching to go fasten up the door, allowing no entry, no escape. 

Can take a brain

But never give a back

steal a body but never

Give. Back

Be cautious of brain show off

protect vulnerable moments

for perishment can come.

Setting my bag down, I silently grabbed the needed tools for this surgery to be just right. No spill.  

Ripping apart brain

creating a whole new brain

Destroyining someone to create

New. 

You're new. I'm new.  

Be