Etianyx

>...Poor murderer. >... >Why do you weep? Is it guilt that you feel? >Do you finally realize what you really are? >... >Hm? Nothing to say? >What's wrong? ...Still upset that you've been exposed for your lies? >...How pathetic. Really. >Do you really expect to be seen as the victim here? >I mean, come on Adrian. >You know what you've done. There's no reason to cry. It won't fix anything. >You know what will though? >Nothing. >You've really fucked up now. No recovering from this. >Now he hates you. You've ruined him, Adrian. >Take a good long look at what you've done, not that you need to really.    It'll always be here for you

You are not worthy, you are not kind Your problems aren't real and are kept out of mind You are not important, you are a disgrace a pile of gray rubbish, a big waste of space You do nothing right, you shouldn't be here everyone hates you, but don't shed any tears Your words are empty and nobody cares You're crazy, not normal, the stuff of nightmares You cannot feel sadness and cannot feel pain you are the reason your dad went insane It is all your fault, Adrian. You know that it is. You shredded that innocent heart of his. You know what you've done, you know what you are. Your demeanor and actions are just too bizarre. For this reason,