My sister told me I wasn't crazy. She said I was an idiot.
So I killed her, and am using her blood to wash myself.
My brother said I wasn't crazy. He said I was a creep.
So I killed him, I am using his skin as a body suit.
My mother said I wasn't crazy, she said I was to sweet.
So I killed her, I am using her body to smell up the house.
My father said I wasn't crazy, he said I was to nice.
So I killed him, I am using his intestines as food now.
So you see, I am crazy. I am coming for you!
This story was made by my sister, Daphne, or spiderman_019
