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Why she always cut

Roman_the_yandere- first off cutting is bad and you shouldn't do it. Me myself have done it many times before but writing stories, reading, and writing songs helped somehow. I know the pain, the soreness afterwards and how you just feel so empty when you put down the knife/razor. No I'm not bullied, I just suffer with depression and stuff like that. I didn't ask for it but god just decided to say "Fuck you" and made me this way.
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Her name was Lilith, the demon who made me do this, to cut. I wasn't suicidal in any way, nor was I depressed. People would always ask why I did it, that it was bad and I should stop. I couldn't. I couldn't stop I didn't want her to COME OUT. No I didn't want anyone else to get hurt. Lilith, she, she was a burden and MY demon.

I wanted her to leave me alone to go fuck with someone else's mind. I was just her toy. Constantly she would escape and kill.

kill... kill... KILL... KILL... KILL... THATS ALL SHE WOULD DO. SHED LEAVE MY BODY COVERED IN BLOOD WITH THEM... those poor people.... those poor, poor people didn't deserve to die...

I found that self harm would keep her satisfied. To calm her lust for blood until the deep wounds would heal. That was my way of keeping her in so no more innocent lives would be lost AGAIN.

After a while I started to like the pain, the feeling just felt so... pleasant... I loved it so, so much.

This was all part of her plan, to make me go insane. Now I don't need her to kill... I like seeing them in pain... their cries for help... their pleas begging me to stop... oh but I can't. No I just can't it's so, so very beautiful to see their blood paint the walls as I cut into them.

I hear the police sirens in the distance now. Their banging on the doors telling me to open up. That won't happen... I'm letting Lilith take over... just one last time. She's already taken over my body. I can hear her maniac laughter. I enjoy the sound of it.

The deed is done now, but my body isn't going back to normal. I look like HER. Like Lilith. Am I a demon now?

"CoMe NoW cHiLd It'S tImE tO cOmE hOmE..." a voice said in the shadows.

"WhAt?" I asked. "BuT tHiS iS hOmE..." I replied.

"YoU nO lOnGeR bElOnG iN tHe MuNdAnE wOrLd YoU aRe A dEmOn NoW yOu BeLoNg In HeLl..."

"I DIDN'T CHOOSE TO BECOME THIS" I said. Voices were being heard from the shadows, like they were judging me.

The walls rattled and a red pentagon glowed from below my feet.

"AlL oF tHe DaMnEd BeLoNg In HeLl!" The voice yelled.

An agonizing pain washed over me, making me scream in pain. I felt like I was falling. Everything around me were shades of red and black. It was cold... not hot like hell was foretold to be like. The flames burned brightly but gave off no light.

Something wrapped around my wrists and ankles. I looked down. Chains.

I tried to scream but no noise came out. There in the distance I say a shadow holding a knife stalk towards me, slowly raising the sharp object. He swung the knife.

"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed as I woke up from yet again another nightmare. I was out of breath.

I looked at my night stand to where the bloody knife laid. I took it in my hand and threw it in the trash.
((Lowkey threw it in me lol... get it because I'm trash... heh I'll go now...))

"Never again..." I said before walking back to my bed and falling back asleep.

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There y'all go and guess what... 666 words

-Roman_the_yandere