fuck febuary 1/20/00 snow blossoms into death, as febuary approaches, she has already put outrotten little candies, that tell me "your cute" or "be mine". fuck febuary. those sugary demons defeat me. they tell of something, i can never have. fuck febuary...fuck the demon in my head the heart shape of loathing, fills my mouth....and I am brought back to him... fuck febuary, his birthdays soon, dick. the pastel coloured demon, defeats me just like him...... I watch him like, a whore in my dreams, I awake I slit my wrists, last time for him, and write "I hate you" all over the bathroom. fuck febuary, if it never happened. i try to devour my feelings and, try, try so hard to talk to him, alls i get is a hot bath. my bathroom there is a sink, in this sink, is all the anguish he's caused me. in the middle of this anguish, hides my reason. no reason to die, i tell myself. fuck febuary, he would have never been born. sugary demons bring me back, to his nazi love, this is it.
Reason for writing:
this is because i hate febuary, it brings me back to the only person i ever loved. he's so dangerous, i'd tell myself that but i never quite, till twas too late. i loved him. i loved him like he was the only person for me. he treated me like shit, play mind games, like i was 5 years old. he made me feel gross, like 3 retarded children. i can't explain him. he'd so dead to me now tho.
Birth sign: Cancer
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