He is ....
MAMARed ...
Blood ...
Knife ...
What a lovely view, those body of people who try to mess with me. Who the hell they think they are? They could only blame me, telling me, yelled at me without knowing what I've been through already.
Death ...
Blood ...
Scattered ...
Pieces ...
Who would ever thought if someone with angelic face like me having a sick soul. Actually it's pretty easy to hide it. Just don't make me mad or disturbing my activity. If you make me pissed or feel uncomfortable, don't you hope to seeing another sunrise again.
Masochist ...
Self injury…..
Psycho ….
Those words are really described my self. You know what I love the most? Death!
You die in front of me, you die in my hand, your blood, your body, your eyes which already pop out from the socket is the most beautiful view I ever seen. Without realizing it, I laughed at your pathetic.
Cherish, pure, cheerful, joyful, like there's never been a problem coming to me. It just a camouflage to cover my true self.
Long time ago, I thought a psycho is scary and that's horrible. But as time passed by, being a psycho is so much fun. Watching them suffered in mind and physic. The highest level is you could saw their blood flooded with their torn in pieces body.
Do you know why I became like this? They! They made me like this. They leaving a big scar in my heart until it can't be cured anymore!
They are the one who destroyed my pure self. So, I make another one, the evil one who could destroy them back. Evil who already becomes part of myself without needs to be pretended.
Without friend ...
Careless parents ...
Feeling like an anonymous.
SCREW THE HELL! Why this is happened to me! Why me? Dammit, stop blame me because you like. Can't I receive some happiness from anyone?
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