Don't Be Fooled By My Exterior

Peaceful day...

Birds chirping, wind tugging at the blades of fresh, green grass so perfectly in rhythm. The trees being pulled slightly to the side, sun shining bright. The perfect day. The admirable scent fills the air, then my lungs as I inhale deeply, hold for about four seconds, then release.

Then it turns red

Blood

Knives

Yelling

Swearing

Cursing

Fighting

Pain

Torture

Wounds

Screams

Ah... Now, the absolute perfect day

All those flowery things I mentioned earlier?

Haven't perfectly seen them since the incident.

Gore

Horror

Monsters

My type of pleasure bringers.

Cold

Death

Nothing makes me feel more at home.

Empty

Nothing

My brain is full.

Full of what I call happiness, but others consider pain.

I, I am not normal.

I am not safe.

But nobody knows.

I

Am

What

People

Call

Mental

.

But

I

Am

Zayn

Malik

.

Band

Member

.

One

Direction

.

Watch

Your

Back

Boys

.

Things

Could

Change

.

.

.