I killed my parents last night.
My sister said "Let Them Bleed".
So I ran.
Trying to get help.
Our local hero is living right next to us.
They looked at me
preparing the straight-jacked next door.
No-one believed me.
He didn’t believe me,
didn’t even listen.
As usual, I run.
This time, I run towards my fear.
They're still blocking me.
While my parents got mugged and shot,
with my sister’s eyes shining like big dollar signs.
I don't ever want to again. Ever.
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