Cutting off your eyelashes=suicide. DRIVE FUCKING NAILS THROUGH MY PALMS. Rah, Rah. Cheer, Cheer. Sex in the bathroom, french kiss the girl from down the hall. LOOK AT YOUR CHILD. THe future murder. He kisses the girls, sticking his fingers inside of them.Beating the boys with baseball bats. Kneel before me. You, the alter boy. While I stick my fingers up your dress. I will touch your penis. I told you, Michael. I told you. I love you, I will fuck you. Why do I want to fuck you? BEcause fucking is all I know?! OH NO! Suggestions as to what to do. Suggestions. Dr. Phil, mind fucks my mother. My mother. She is going under the knife tomorrow. She is going to loose her insidesonthe table. Jamming things into her. I tried to slit my wrists on the locker door. Thomas loves me. He doesn't want the locker to touch me, so I can stay pure, so he can touch me. and Machine fuck me in his mind. Undressing me with his eyes. When you go to school with those boys. Those boys those boys. The boys that... well. Let's see. The boys that.. hmmm. They walk in the halls, and look at your bottom. the bottom.Your curves everyone sees but no one will know. yes.No one will know your curves because no one can touch you. touch me touch me fuck me fuck me GO PATHETIC