You walk all over me. You and everybody else in the world. It’s like I lay down on your carpet and you step on me with cleats. And I let you. I let everybody do it. Every single person I know does this to me. But it hurts the worst when you do it. People try and tell me that people walk all over me, hurt me, not care about me. As if I don’t know. But trust me, I do. And I can’t stop it. It’s almost like being brainwashed into thinking it’s okay. But deep deep down, I know it isn’t okay. If it was okay, I probably wouldn’t be crying over it. But I let people do it anyways. And I don’t know why.

Bring back from the dead - Michael Jackson
Eat dinner with - David Carpenter
Get drunk with - Paige Conner
Smoke weed with - Oliver Sykes
Go shopping with - YOUR MOM
Fall asleep with - My teddy bear
Just be best friends with -Paige Conner!
Talk to - Myself xD
Marry-  Steve Chapo
Have sex with- Oliver Sykes
Have children with- Christofer Drew
Kill-  Justin Bieber
Eat - Your mom
Be tutored by - Lestat
Slap- Spencer Fitzner
Hug - Shivnen xD
Go to a concert with - Eminem
Be more like - Paige Conner
Be with forever - Paige Conner
Want to grow up to be like- Edgar Allen Poe

My life is unfair. My brother makes everything all about him. Everything. He acts like everything is my fault. He acts like he hates me. He gets my parents to act like they love him more than me. It’s not like I have feelings or anything, right? Thank you. It’s not like I have problems of my own that nobody cares about. I feel stupid that I let this get to me, but it does. You’re supposed to be my brother. The only one I have. Not the one who lowers my self-esteem even lower than it already is! I have enough problems of my own, and I don’t want my brother to be another one..

I hate this feeling.. This feeling that I know you don’t want me. You say you love me, but you never prove it to me. All you want out of me is to get in my pants. I fell in love with you and now you just continue to hurt me and it’s ridiculous because I just let you do it. Because you made me fall in love with you. You forced me into it. And now I can’t get out of this. I want to, but I’m caught in the metal bars of this terrible dungeon you locked me in. I’m struggling, pulling at the bars of the dungeon, shaking them, screaming “Help!” and I still can’t get out of this place. In this place I get repeatedly stabbed in the heart and the dagger gets twisted inside of my heart until you pull it out and leave me to bleed. I try and sneak out, maybe even get you mad enough to let me out, but when you do, you run back and pull me back into the dark dungeon I wish I never was captured in. But in some twisted, sick way, I love that I’m in this deep dark pit of hurt. You placed me into it, of course I love it. I love every single little thing you do, no matter how much blood I shed for everything. I saw the blood on your dagger. My blood on your dagger; And say to you: “I wonder if my blood means something to you. The blood I shed almost every single day for you. The holes in my heart that ache in pain. Do they mean anything to you?” And you just smirk at me and lean in to hold me in your arms, your blood spattered arms, and tell me “everything is alright.” I wish everything was alright, my darling. I really do.