I'm that weird kid in class, I'm not weird in a bad way but in a funny way. Actually I'm not weird I'm just a little bit crazy, cancel that I'm fucking crazy!
I'm insane.
Some kids out there would harm themselves, they would draw painful memories in their skin. But why do I do something different?
Instead of Harming Myself, I harm other people. I make them fall in love and then torture them mentally and physically, to the point where they become as insane as I am. I do it so I don't feel alone.
But all of a sudden I met him.
I fell for him.
He was supposed to be one of my many victims, but something about him made me fall for him, maybe it was his dominant ways. But something about him made my knees weak.
I fell for him, hard.
I would do sacrifice my self for him, I would lie for him and I would die for him. I would do anything for him, anything.
Even kill my own family.
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When depression hits.
PoesiaA book full of my thoughts whenever depression would hit me like a brick. If you're interested into reading just know that I'm putting my whole heart for you to read.
