I'm not insane, am I?
I just fantasize people's deaths
So I could believe they didn't
exist anymore.
So I wouldn't have to see
the ones who hurt me.
The ones who tormented me so much.
I'm not insane, am I?
I just like the way blood tastes.
When it rolls down my arm.
When i can feel the warm,
crimson liquid,
pouring out.
It tastes sweet.
I'm not insane, am I?
My mom says I can't have
sharp things.
Is it because I like to cut
the people who hurt me?
Because I want to make them feel
my pain?
I'm still not insane, right?
If you hurt me,
you'd expect me to cry,
to hurt.
But instead,
I laugh,
Hysterically.
Producing the scariest sound
you've ever heard.
Nope, not insane.
I shake.
I scream.
I cry.
I laugh.
I lose myself.
Still not insane.
I'm lost.
I'm confused.
I'm frustrated.
I'm stressed.
I'm happy.
I'm lonely.
I'm young.
I'm insane.
I just fantasize people's deaths
So I could believe they didn't
exist anymore.
So I wouldn't have to see
the ones who hurt me.
The ones who tormented me so much.
I'm not insane, am I?
I just like the way blood tastes.
When it rolls down my arm.
When i can feel the warm,
crimson liquid,
pouring out.
It tastes sweet.
I'm not insane, am I?
My mom says I can't have
sharp things.
Is it because I like to cut
the people who hurt me?
Because I want to make them feel
my pain?
I'm still not insane, right?
If you hurt me,
you'd expect me to cry,
to hurt.
But instead,
I laugh,
Hysterically.
Producing the scariest sound
you've ever heard.
Nope, not insane.
I shake.
I scream.
I cry.
I laugh.
I lose myself.
Still not insane.
I'm lost.
I'm confused.
I'm frustrated.
I'm stressed.
I'm happy.
I'm lonely.
I'm young.
I'm insane.