The story I was about to pen
Are those that caused me pain
Pushed me to do these sin
Locked me with this chain
An abusive mother and father
A mean brother and sister
A traitor best friend
A liar boyfriend
Is this how my life would be?
Are there no place for me to be happy?
Should I always be in agony?
This is driving me crazy!
In my hand is a poniard
I followed them in a backyard
Stab them with sharp thing in my hand
And watched them bathed in their own blood
I ended the life of everyone
Murdered them one by one
Now, I'm smiling crazily
And chortling barefacedly
✍️meanie
