Ok well I got this.
His little whispers.
Love Me. Love Me.
That's all I ask for.
Love Me. Love Me.
He battered his tiny fists to feel something..
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.
Means he wated love, but couldn't get it and he's trying so hard for it.
That night he caged her.
Bruised and broke her.
He struggled closer.
Then he stole her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles.
Silent Pain.
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
He finds a girl rapes her and this feeling comes over him that what he did was terrible to her. Not to him, but to her. He thinks what he did was love. His dream was love.
It does say this in that story she posted it just doesn't go into detail. It's from his point of view and he doesn't see it as that.
Quote from story:
"She looked at me in a funny way, paused, and turned her back to me. My hands ran to her shoulders, my lips to her neck. Hard fingers, hard hands.her soft hair, thin ankles.
I ran off, leaving the crème skinned girl crying at her violette bruises left in patches under her sweater and skirt."
I will.
Hear their voices.
I'm a glass child.
I am Hannah's regrets.
He hears the voices of the girl her cries, his parents, the feeling you get when everything bad someone has said anything that would make feel terrible came onto you all at once. Glass child probably means emotionally fragile. Hannah's regrets as in how his mother treated him like she didn't want him.
Monster.
How should I feel?
Turn the sheets down.
Murder ears with pillow lace.
There's bath tubs.
Full of glow flies.
Bathe in kerosene.
Their words tattoed in his veins.
He's calm and he wants to kill himself.
The chorous
Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the windows.
Theres a monster in him.(Probably built up inside as a way to protect himself from his harsh childhood to sheild him from all emotion so he would never feel.) He doesn't know how to feel.
Ok well I got this. His little whispers. Love Me. Love Me. That's all I ask for. Love Me. Love Me. He battered his tiny fists to feel something.. Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.
Means he wated love, but couldn't get it and he's trying so hard for it.
That night he caged her. Bruised and broke her. He struggled closer. Then he stole her. Violet wrists and then her ankles. Silent Pain. Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
He finds a girl rapes her and this feeling comes over him that what he did was terrible to her. Not to him, but to her. He thinks what he did was love. His dream was love.
It does say this in that story she posted it just doesn't go into detail. It's from his point of view and he doesn't see it as that. Quote from story: "She looked at me in a funny way, paused, and turned her back to me. My hands ran to her shoulders, my lips to her neck. Hard fingers, hard hands.her soft hair, thin ankles.
I ran off, leaving the crème skinned girl crying at her violette bruises left in patches under her sweater and skirt."
I will. Hear their voices. I'm a glass child. I am Hannah's regrets.
He hears the voices of the girl her cries, his parents, the feeling you get when everything bad someone has said anything that would make feel terrible came onto you all at once. Glass child probably means emotionally fragile. Hannah's regrets as in how his mother treated him like she didn't want him.
Monster. How should I feel? Turn the sheets down. Murder ears with pillow lace. There's bath tubs. Full of glow flies. Bathe in kerosene. Their words tattoed in his veins.
He's calm and he wants to kill himself.
The chorous
Monster. How should I feel? Creatures lie here. Looking through the windows.
Theres a monster in him.(Probably built up inside as a way to protect himself from his harsh childhood to sheild him from all emotion so he would never feel.) He doesn't know how to feel.