Turn on him, fuck him, then turn on him, and stab him in the back.

You know you want to. I know what you know. I was made from you, after all.

So I know that you could never love him.

Just go on and get it over with.

Just please end this.

My pain, his pain, your pain.

I'm just so tired of watching you die, and I'm tired if hearing you cry.

It's just going to get worse.

The longer you let it sit, the more your life decays.

Do it.

Let him bleed let him die, decay and fester, just help the process for you go faster.

You never knew what it's like to be emotionally dead until now. Never knew what it was like to be me, to be like him. You never knew quite what I went through.


It's too bad I can't ever talk to you.

Too much 'innocence' inside me, you'll never ever know I knew.

You never expected this, never would have figured I knew. But I do, and he does. And that's all that matters.