“Do it,” They whisper. “Do it.” They demand.
I don’t like to do this.
I don’t like to stain my hands with bright red blood. But I feel that every time I hurt somebody, I’m hurting myself.
I was meant to hurt myself, I like the pain.
YOU ARE READING
monsters.
Random❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
