These scars over my chest are just a reminder of how inhuman I am. The way I can't feel anything sickens me.
I can't do anything about it though. Nothing will fix me. Drugs, professionals or friends won't be able to fix me.
I am nothing but a ticking time bomb, waiting for the right time to set off and leave this horrible hell everyone calls life.
YOU ARE READING
Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.
