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Bastard Son
How could you?
How the hell could you hurt me like this?
You bastard,
You broke my heart.
How could you say that?
Those words mean too much to me.
I loved you, you liar.
What was I just another quick fuck?
Oh sure…you didn’t fuck me.
But why not?
You hurt me bad enough as it was,
you might as well.
I’ve loved you.
I’ve hated you.
I’ve kissed you.
I’ve held you.
You bastard.
What made you do this?
Was it cause Daddy’s dead.
Was this your therapy?
You used me.
You took me.
You lied to me.
You made me whole.
Now I’m empty.
No more life.
I have none now.
God I miss you.
I want to hold you forever.
But you won’t let me.
You bastard.
I could kill you for this!
No,
not you,
but myself.
I could die and forget you forever.
But how would I do it?
Pills, poison, a knife, or blade.
The quickest I don’t know.
I just want it to stop hurting.
My chest hurts.
You touched me there.
My head hurts.
You held me there too.
You bastard son!
You bastard!
Does it hurt you,
for me to call you that?
Does it hurt you bad?
No.
Probably not.
And if at all,
not enough.
I want you to hurt.
Bad.
Like I do.
I want to scream.
There I did.
"Nothing Mom, just a spider."
"I killed it though."
Oh, my lies?
They pile us so fast.
Yours more than mine.
I’m sure.
Yes.
Yes they do.
I would have never said I loved you,
if it was not true.
Did I mean nothing to you??
Nothing?
Yes.
That’s what I thought.
Nothing to you.
Nothing to me.
Nothing to this world.
Yes.
That’s it.
Nothing.
Just another bitch.
You can push down, and kick.
It wouldn’t be the first time in my life.
No.
Not at all.
That pain I’ve felt.
It hurt less than this.
You bastard.
Daddy’s dead.
In my eyes you are too.
Bastard son.
Daddy’s dead.
Daddy’s dead.
More Pain?