should have just over dosed

why do you sit there?
you mock me
every time i breath
i suffocate upon the stench
of your discusting existance
fucking die
why dont you fucking die?
your a rotting corpse,
its always been better that way,
mom just thinks your out shooting up again,
theyll wait 3 weeks,
untill the cops start asking questions,
but why? why of all people
would I ever want to hurt HIM?,
well at least thats what i tell my therapist
oh its just so sad i tell her...
haha fuckin cunt
why does the water taste like copper,
the widow shouts from the kitchen,
what do you mean mom?
like blood?
the sound of your tearing flesh,
between my fingers gets me off,
revenge is better than an orgasim,
i do admit,
it was tough,
getting the muscles from your forarms,
to go down the garbage disposal,
but the splatter of blood on my lips,
was the best thing ive ever tasted,
and im sure, mans best friend,
enjoyed your "little man" too
he doesnt know the difference,
meat is meat eh?
it didnt have to end this way,
well, you did have to die,
but we could have made it fun,
if you werent so fucking loud,
i mean im cutting open your throat,
and youd think youd be quiet?
i guess you can still scream,
while you swollow your own blood.
i love you....step-dad?
im not your fucking daugter.
and your nobody