'Run Fucker Run!' 'No'

His blood stained the knife in a beautiful, glistening way, peircing more then his skin, but his soul as well. This wasnt like his normal cutting he did to distract the pain from his family dying before his eyes, no, this time he stabbed the switchblade all the way down. he was tired of living with a demon infested, pillage crawling soul that constantly yearned for death and thirsts for blood. and if that shadow didnt overcast him enough, there were all those eyes staring down at him everyday. his locker was more horrifying then the gates of hell, the students psychologically ripping apart his body like starving paranhas. he hated those 'emo' and 'goth' kids, not the ones that were tormented daily by the struggle of sanity but the ones with the flipped up collar-black jackets or the purple skull shoes with drawings of broken hearts on their binders. they disgusted him with all his heart. the world disgusted him. but it would all end soon, he had lost far to much blood. and as the blood began to clot and seize to ooze out of his body, he grabbed the cut with his teeth and pulled down until his arm was bare down to his knuckles. It felt...great.He licked the blood off of the floor as his soul began to wish for more...more...more...

^this is not my writing, this is just how i feel right now...