I lay awake at night for those that once threatened me. With a blacked out video of violence towards another while saying my name while you did those things to her. I wait and when I hear those foot steps and laughter of a neighbor. I think they are here when I become paranoid. It's either for those witch I surround myself with that you wish to harm or my self that for years you have cursed too but never thrown a rock towards. Why must I only feel comfort in another continent. No matter how much power I have I will never feel safe nor secure. I would strive to destroy those witch are like you and your friends. I would loose the last of my self. But who eles would I save. I would become someone else. I still would feel better just more power. I could not be trusted. I may become like you threatening violence to my neighbors.
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My Little Sad Writing
PoesiaJust don't read it okay. This is for me to write stuff down. It's uh kinda sad and just things I've been thinking about a lot. I don't want to write it down on paper. XOXOXO Trigger warning to Death Self hate And many other Nasty things I guess...
