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bust your kneecaps - peterick

(TW warning. I just want all of you to know I dont romanticize mental illnesses,  I just wanted to write something different, in the point of view of someone insane. And this song also kind of shaped that and was unique to write something based off of. Anyway, there is mention of murder, and mental conditions in this. Ty)

Johnny dont leave me,

Bags. Bags packed up and ready to go. I never knew this day would come. Well, I always imagined it, but never knew it would actually happen. I had the visions in my head of what I would do to him if he did leave me. Well, I guess all good things come to an end. What a shame.

you said you would love me forever.

The tears that glistened in his eyes, it almost broke my heart. Almost. I was mostly confused why he was leaving. The day before he acted like nothing was wrong. He had to, he knows what would happen if he didnt love me. I love him. I love him so much. Why was he crying? Did I do something wrong? He was scared, I could tell, I'm not stupid. I could tell he didnt want me to know he was leaving. He shook as he tried to explain himself. Oh dear Patrick, why are you scared? He knew I didnt want to hurt him, it just happened.

Honey believe me,

He went to explain himself, I shut him up before he finished though, smashing my lips into his. Maybe he wanted to leave because we hadnt been intimate in a while. He had been acting awfully self conscious. It wasnt my fault though, I only ever pointed out his weight, the truth, nothing more. He knows I love him though. He wasnt in the mood for this either, I dont see why he was being so selfish, it makes me fucking mad when hes like that. I love him and he loves me, so it's ok though. He loves me.

I'll have your heart on a platter.

I pinned his hands over his head, lustfully tracing my mouth down the soft skin by his neck. He didnt seem happy about this, he was almost... resisting. I would make him like it. He loves me. I undid the first button on his shirt, then the next, and carried on. I smiled up at him, I love him so much, but not when hes selfish. He was trying to push me away. He needed to know that was fucking rude, I slapped him, that made him stop. I felt bad though. I whispered how much I loved him. I would give my 'Trick the world. I love him more than anything. I carried on unbuttoning. He didnt resist. He was crying. Why would he cry? Is it because he doesn't like his body? I like it. I told him i loved his body, even if he wasnt very fit. I told him i liked his face. He was still crying. I wrapped my arms around his waste, squeezing his sides. I was now basically just clinging onto him. He wasnt doing anything.

Might you recall, we have a small family business

I grabbed his chin, facing his head up to me. I was angry. If he said he loved me, he should show it. I yelled at him. He was still crying. I love him so much. He pushed me. Why was he bleeding. My hand had blood on it. I think I hit him. I would only hit him if it was needed. I love him. You dont hurt someone you love, but he was hurting me by being sad. When I feel hurt I get angry.

And the family wont like this.

He was running into the kitchen now. I hurried after him. Was he going to the bedroom? Or cooking? I followed him. He had a knife in his hands.  I was confused. He wasnt in the right mind. He would never hurt me. I never did a fucking thing to him. I would never hurt him for no reason. I am stronger than him, so I grabbed the knife, he knew he was no match to me. He loves me. I had my body over him now. His shirt was still off. He was sweating. I smirked at him, going down to kiss him again, he was crying still. The knife was in my hand. He was scared and mad and hitting me. He was yelling about how he hated me. He loved me. He loves me. I love him. He makes me so happy. He was making me very mad right now. He cant leave me.

They'll bust your knee caps.

The knife in my hand. He loves me. I love him. Hes crying. Bags packed up. He was at the door. I love him. The knife is in his exposed stomach. His blood is on my hand. I would only hurt him if he deserved it. He was crying. I did nothing wrong, I love him. If he loved me he wouldnt be crying. Hes dead. His shirt is undone and it makes me notice how much I love him. I kiss him. He wont kiss back. His blood. His breath. He loves me. Hes dead. I fucking killed him.  I wouldnt kill him, I love him. He loves me.

Oooh wadidoo
They'll bust your kneecaps.