This isn't some poem, just a story. Please don't cry, I hate people who cry. They make me sick. This isn't even sad. Anyway, I just felt like writing this. I don't want to hear any crap. I'm not drunk, I don't have a problem.


He pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the gut, and leaves me for dead.
That fat ass, that bastard, love is bullshit, pure bull.
I’m lying there on the ground in agony.
Some old hag sees me as she walks by and stops just to stare.
She says to me with a smile, “I’ve never seen a person die.”
Twenty-two minutes of pain, that bastard, that old hag.
Just staring at me she says, “I’m going to get my camera don’t go anywhere.”
Like I have anywhere to go to.
My parents disowned me years ago, call me lucky, they were really fucked up.
That fat bastard, that crazy hag, my shitty ass parents.
It's raining by the time the old hag gets back.
She has her god dam camera and umbrella, she starts to film me.
This hag is probably in her 70s, total nut case.
I like the rain, it’s ironic really, it really is.
I died after being stabbed by the man I love, stared down by some old crazed up hag, abandoned by my own fucking parents and it starts to rain.
I’m literally laughing to death, coughing up blood.
Love is bullshit, there’s no such thing.
God dam I like the rain, but it’s hard to enjoy something when you’re bleeding to death by the minute.
This isn’t a tragedy, don’t even think about crying.
This is more of a comedy, I mean, I did die laughing.
I was seventeen years old, the fat bastard wasn’t even good in bed.
He was in his late forties, I felt bad for him, to be honest he was cute and he did have a nice ass.
Think a business man in a gray suit and red tie, with a black leather briefcase.
Now add ten years to that man and thirty-one pounds of blubber, god he was disgusting.
I like older men and I like the rain, but I hate that fat bastard. Maybe if he lost some weight.
That crazy bitch is probably watching her little death video and eating popcorn, hold the butter.
This is the funniest thing you’ll ever read in your life.
Hell, I’m still laughing.