First Degree Murder Made the Blood Taste Sweeter, but Now the Flavor Is Gone

*Wild Card Post*

Been a rough week, so I’m just gonna post something short

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When I was 15 I went to juvie for murder.

I killed a child.

I learned it from my parents,

My father taught me how to shoot the gun

And my mother taught me how to aim.

But I was the one who pulled the trigger.

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And now there’s bars behind my eyes,

Walls up in my head.

Because I killed my bubbly personality

And depression is my life sentence.

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-The Splintered Pencil