in search of a new rave best friend. Anyone?

this one time i was a really fucked up person and i wrote this. I think i was 15. It always gives me the weirdest feeling knowing i wrote with with it being about someone. i was so messed up.

I’m sick and tired, of feeling sick and tired. Feeling cold breaths of air, i hear them whispering in my ear. Planning all these murders, I know exactly what you fear. I’ll slit your mouth, make you smile. Ear to ear. Come here darling, there’s nothing to fear. I’ll keep you laughing, you’ll be happy my dear. This experience you feel, the spine shrieking thrill.The screams and cries, of those people who died. My mission, my goal? It’s to steal your soul. You’ll never cry. I promise. I won’t lie. Your life is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. This is fun, come on now. Don’t run. I’ll take care of you, and you’ll be safe. I wont hold you down. I wont lock you up. Just take my hand, I’ll give you my trust. Life isnt fun? Life isnt fun. But trust me love, i’ll give you the sun. You’ll be my world. I’ll be your stars, when the sun goes down, and your light turns dark, ill stand over you. I’ll leave you my mark. I’ll take your life, your body, your soul. I’ll keep it mine, i’ll keep it whole. Your life is mine, six feet underground. I’ll keep you happy, safe & sound. Your blood wont splatter, nor spill. Ill keep it, and drink it with pills. I’ll cut you nice and neat, your whole body. Straight down to your feet. I’ll keep you neat, nice and clean. You’ll be my treasure, a pleasure to defeat. This is love. YES, love. i take great passion in what I do. It’s not a crime to love, especially you.