kxrmx2005

[kxrmx2005]

damn She Blocked me everywhere again

[kxrmx2005]

weight of 103.8lb (47kg) JESUS im too small for 5’10

[kxrmx2005]

[kxrmx2005]

you said you loved me

i know you lied to me

you hate the songs i write

cant ever right my wrongs

will never sing this song

i should be dead and gone

and they maybe youd hear me

i know deep down you fear me

i wish you never met me

id waste all this cash on you

but you dont even txt me

every night i slit my wrists

[kxrmx2005]

i Wish she told me to Kill myself

[kxrmx2005]

my Discord is .kxrmx. basically always on, dm me LMAO

[kxrmx2005]

i think getting choked until i pass out and getting violently fucked awake would fix me

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new Zippos

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The Seattle night was cold, there wasn't much rain, only small scattered clouds. The trees loomed over the oak trees that dotted the edge of the forest line. Shadows were cast by wooden fences lining the scattered houses of the small suburb a young girl lived in. A mans hand gently pressed againt the glass of her window, the leather glove squeaking slightly as it slowly lifted up the window. It was unlocked, for some reason. He always knew she kept her windows unlocked. He had been obsessed with her for a long time, though she was unlucky enough to have spent a very long time in a relationship with him.

He always took things slow, acting meticulously and with purpose. The window creaked open, just wide enough that he could fit himself through it. His boots pressed onto the carpet floor. The room was dark, only a couple twinkling yellow lights hanging from the wall above the girls bed. She was fast asleep, which is when he thought she was prettiest. He felt the knife in his left pocket, it was a long and sharp Buck 120, just around eight inches long. He had recently purchased it, not quite caring if he was leaving traces for his crime to be tracked. Deep down he knew this would be his last actions any way. The cold metal of a Colt 1911 pressed against his hip, tucked away in his waistband.

He slowly crept over to her bed, grabbing her by her hair. He covered her mouth, stopping her from screaming. Deep down he wished he could hear her scream, at least once. He probably would, too, knowing what his plan would be in the end. He pulled her face up to his, staring deeply into her eyes. She was wide awake now, having felt the pain of her hair being senselessly yanked. He hoped she enjoyed this, especially as much as he did. He took a roll of duct tape out of his pocket, dropping her back onto her bed. She stayed quiet for some reason, seeing the handle of the knife peaking out of his pocket. He wasted no time, he took a patch of duct tape and tore it with his mouth, placing it on top of hers so she would stay quiet.

He had a rope in another pocket, thankful to be wearing a large jacket with many pockets. He took the rope with frayed ends and wrapped it tightly around her ankles, before flipping her onto her back. He slowly pulled the knife from his pocket, reaching the blade gently underneath her clothes. He slowly pressed the blade up and began to slice the clothing off of her body. He cut upwards from her waist up, sliding the shirt and bra off of her with a kind of gentleness only seen when people are with animals.

He felt his heart racing in his chest, his pupils widening like the moon. She looked over her shoulders, helplessly. He pressed the blade into her back slowly, not cutting too deeply. A crimson line slowly followed from the tip of the knife blade, carving down her back. He made three long crimson lines, pressing his fingers against the wounds and smearing the blood on her back. "Remember I let you do this to me?" He asked softly, whispering it into her hear to make sure no one would hear him. He had to keep it quiet, at least until he was finished. He took the knife again, feeling the leather press against the hilt. He took the edge of the blade and ran it across her back again, creating a slightly deeper cut.

He flipped her over, exposing her breasts and small stomach. He stared at her in awe, always aware of her total beauty. To him, she was a Goddess. He was nothing more than a peon for her, a vessel for her to express and gain from. He didn't mind though, he always had his own personal power fantasies too. He finally took the stop and made it his own reality, all it took was one small event.

He pressed the blade into the soft flesh above her breasts, cutting slightly deep so that the blood would flow down onto them. "You look so pretty in red, darling." He said in that same whisper from earlier. He didn't plan on actually assaulting her, he didn't think she truly deserved that. Though deep down he did derive some form of sick pleasure from these actions, it did feel good deep down.

He did the same thing as last time, pressing the leather gloved hand against the wounds and spreading the blood across her soft skin. He took his gloves off, wanting to feel her warmth on his hands personally. He took the blood on his hand, and slowly raised it to his mouth. He tasted her blood, the sweet taste of iron. He felt another rush course through his body. This was better than any drug he has done, better than any line of cocaine, better than any amount of oxycontin. His mind was rushing, he felt like God. The World was his, SHE was his.

He finally took the knife and brought it up to the girls neck, running his bloodied hand through her hair. "I always said we would die together, my love. My little fawn." He pressed the knife deeply into the middle of her neck, slicing forward. A loud gurgling began to escape her throat, blood spattered all over his jacket and arms. He was shaking violently, but pulled the knife forward. Her head was hanging on by the back half of her neck, just some muscle and tendons. He dropped the knife, staring at himself almost in disgust, but this was the most pleasure he has ever felt. He has realized his evil and manifested it.

He reached for the Colt 1911 in his waistband, taking it in his right hand. The blood smeared on the silver metal of the pistol. He held it up to the side of his head, and took a slow breath in. He pulled the trigger, his body falling to the floor. His body twitched slightly, muscles spasming a little before the gun dropped onto the floor. The sound of blood flowed like a river from the girls bedroom, coating the carpet and her bed. The room was coated in red.

[kxrmx2005]

When is it my turn

(Credit: Laura Makabresku)

[kxrmx2005]

i told Shawty Cross my Heart and Hope to DIe Suicidal i might take my own life

i fucking hate the feeling that I Get inside

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what have i become My sweetest friend

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i Woke up like this TF

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TTYY UR ONE OF MY FAVS TOO

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[kxrmx2005]

im still sometimes a sad girl