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Blood.

If I make a mistake,
You will yell at me, mother
If I offend you by mistake,
You will roll your eyes, sister. Annoying.

If I try to dress my soul,
You will make me tie my shoes, mother
If I have a good day,
You'll ruin it because you are mad, sis.
Heartbreaking.

If I speak of my depression,
You will yell at me, mother
If I get a secret,
You will spill it, sister
Scarring.

When I try to speak of emotion
You yell at me more, mother
And sister...
You get on my nerves soooo much
Just...pain

I'm done crying
I'm done hoping you'll change
I'm done daydreaming
To escape my reality

I want blood.
I want blood shed.
I will make you hurt.
The way you made me.

I don't care that you are family
I don't care that you love me
I don't care about you
Or your passions anymore

When I "change my face", mother
I don't get to vent frustration
When I "fly straight", mother
You leave I visible scars on me

I have my good days and bad
I feel like I want...
Want to stab people in the face
And carve into it...
Every day someone new

My "imaginary friend", Creeper?
He was created in a time of anger
And my "Imaginary Friend", Rosie?
Created in a time of sadness

Mr.Nobody was made out of
Doubt
Fear
And pain

How long until my next imaginary friend is created from the happiness of ending my pain?
Killing my enemies?

Not long. Not long at all.

~~~~~~just so you know, I don't plan on killing like that. More of destroy with hurtful words. Maybe see what it feels like to make myself bleed, but that's about it~~~~~~