Chained up and hanging from a ceiling.
There's blood from the shackles tearing into my wrists. I can feel it drip down my arms, leaving a thin sticky trail of red.
I hang my head in disgust. I'm so ashamed.
How could I let anyone do this to me?
How could I have been so blind?
She had hated me from the start, why didn't I see?
She was a good friend, nice and caring. Then she stopped.
Mad. Every day. At me. And I never knew why. She never had a reason, not to tell me, always put me down.
I feel like such a loser next to her. She was given talent, and she took it all for granted. She never realized her talent; to her it was never there. I had to work for my little talent, and I cherish it all the more.
She was always mad at me without a reason to tell me why. She pulled that stunt to many times. I got mad. Once. With reason.
She couldn't handle it. She broke down and hung me here to die.
She can get mad at me whenever. The first, last, and only time I ever got mad at her.I know I'm not allowed to get mad now. Now, because I got mad, I've been sentenced here to die.
Hanging from a ceiling, bloody, broken, and defeated, I've learned my lesson.
Some do best in solitude, better off in life alone. If I knew that from the start, I wouldn't be hanging here and left to die. She turned my friends against me, and now I'm stuck here.
Breaking.
I feel like I'm already dead. I've been killed before, but this extinguished what was left of me.
You can't call it suicide if I was already dead inside.
I'm telling you, she killed me, and now I'm here. Hanging by my wrists in chains.
I'm withering,
I'm dieing,
And I'm to far gone to care.
I wonder if she'll regret murdering me, but I don't think so. Looking back, I deserve this. This is the end. I've learned my lesson way to late,
And now I say goodbye.
a/n: this is a lil story by Nny's view, about Devi leaving him and how he felt. It's not all that great, but tell me what you think. This takes place as if Nny was not a homicidal maniac, and Devi was instead. Basically switch Nny and Devi's places.
There's blood from the shackles tearing into my wrists. I can feel it drip down my arms, leaving a thin sticky trail of red.
I hang my head in disgust. I'm so ashamed.
How could I let anyone do this to me?
How could I have been so blind?
She had hated me from the start, why didn't I see?
She was a good friend, nice and caring. Then she stopped.
Mad. Every day. At me. And I never knew why. She never had a reason, not to tell me, always put me down.
I feel like such a loser next to her. She was given talent, and she took it all for granted. She never realized her talent; to her it was never there. I had to work for my little talent, and I cherish it all the more.
She was always mad at me without a reason to tell me why. She pulled that stunt to many times. I got mad. Once. With reason.
She couldn't handle it. She broke down and hung me here to die.
She can get mad at me whenever. The first, last, and only time I ever got mad at her.I know I'm not allowed to get mad now. Now, because I got mad, I've been sentenced here to die.
Hanging from a ceiling, bloody, broken, and defeated, I've learned my lesson.
Some do best in solitude, better off in life alone. If I knew that from the start, I wouldn't be hanging here and left to die. She turned my friends against me, and now I'm stuck here.
Breaking.
I feel like I'm already dead. I've been killed before, but this extinguished what was left of me.
You can't call it suicide if I was already dead inside.
I'm telling you, she killed me, and now I'm here. Hanging by my wrists in chains.
I'm withering,
I'm dieing,
And I'm to far gone to care.
I wonder if she'll regret murdering me, but I don't think so. Looking back, I deserve this. This is the end. I've learned my lesson way to late,
And now I say goodbye.
a/n: this is a lil story by Nny's view, about Devi leaving him and how he felt. It's not all that great, but tell me what you think. This takes place as if Nny was not a homicidal maniac, and Devi was instead. Basically switch Nny and Devi's places.