I woke up to a splash of toilet water in my face
I knew it was toilet water because it wasn't the first time i tasted it
my mother woke me up.
"Nigga, the fuck you doin sleepin at five in the morning. Get cho lazy ass out and cut the fuckin lawn."
I smiled.
What I liked more than cutting my wrist is cutting the grass.
"Cho daddy gonna help you out, so whipe that smile off yo face"
I frowned.
Father never letted me do anything by myself in this house
ever since I tried to replace a lightbulb by myself and I accidently burnt my hand with a 3.21381286527 degree burn.
my father was very unhappy, because that was my stroking hand.
my father came in my room with his stretchy sweat pants and his xxl muscle shirt
"Common boy, yerrr gonna mow the lawn today"
yipee.
It was 95 degrees out
I wore all black like I always do and then it felt like 16923 degrees.
I was sweating so much, i ran out of spit
I started sweating saliva
Then I sweated stomach acid
After that I sweated urine
Then lastly I sweated booty juice.
My parents couldn't afford a good lawn mower like any other average caucasian family can so my parents bought scissors.
i like scisors, because I can see the grasses bleeed.
you usually don't hear about glasses bleeding
but you can see it
only if you believeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
I cutting the grasses, fulfilling my fantasy of being able to cut someone if they trust me enough one day, when suddenly my dad came up to me asking to cut next
i stared at him with tears in my eyes, which is weird because why should've sweated all of my tears away
how could he be so cruel?
he knows i love cutting things
i love cutting things more than i do going to a bloodbank everyweek to get blood donated by strangers and end up bleeding it up in vain
how could he take away one of the fewest things that can give me pleasure?
doesn't he give me pleasure enough every monday tuesday saturday wednsday thursday and friday? (not sunday, that's gods day)
I was devestated.
I took the scissor
i closed my eyes
and plunged it into the chest
i felt blood all over my hands
hmmmmm bloood *drooolizzles*
i love it when other people bleed
it's one of those things i love that is above loving to cut grass
but i smelt a stench
a familiar stench
i opened my eyes
i looked to see that my dad was staring at me with a "WTF" face
i looked at myself and realized i stabbed myself on accident.
one hour later i got rushed to the hospital to get stiches
an hour after that I went to the blood bank to get new blood
an hour after that, it repeats.
