every time you touch me i think of you and her...
what you did together...
how you kept it from me for so long,
expecting everything to be ok when you told me..
thinking i wouldnt be mad...
now when you touch me i want to cry,
let loose the torrents of tears that i have bottled up inside,
i wish i had never hear those awful words..
those words that hurt me so bad that i wanted to die...
please help me to stop this from re-bottling up inside,
making me wish for the worst thing in life,
to die,
to have sweet relief from all this pain and all the lies,
and pple wonder why i like gurls more than guys!
but you know what?
fuck you and her!
i'm a juggalette and i wont be deterred!
i'll get a new guy or gurl just like that!
then i'll start runnin with my mutha fuckin hatchet!
runnin to your house and into your room...
stick my hatchet in your fuckin bitch ass face!
then i'll do the same to her!
cept instead i wont kill her strait away..
i'll fuckin torture her till she wants to
die then i'll do it some more!
then when she's asleep
i'll wake her up by chopping off her beautiful fuckin hair!
the hair your hands graced when you fucked her! bitch she was my best friend!


...sry still venting...will pick over later