butcher knife,
butcher knife,
i'll hold in my hand.
influenced by my generation,
and sammies fully capable hand.
your fake ass words make me wanna kill,
go look at the news,
do you see my face on tv?
i look like death row romeo,
tired with purple bags,
blood poring out my nose.
"attention of the public,
there's a psychward escapee around here,
stalking girls two times the age,
just for the,
borderline thrill."
i dunno if your words are real,
just incase i wanna be like you.
obtaining a butcher knife,
smoking out the sky.
myers aint got shit compared to what i could do,
slice a human open,
guts n stuff im chill.
sammie i would fucking kill for you.
baby,
i just wanna be just like you.
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PoesíaFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...