There's this blood flowing in my veins.
It was the blood that killed me and the blood that kept me alive.
It was a poison that tortures my mind but kept my body healthy.
It was a cruel process that I have to live in every each passing day.
I wanted to die but my body refuses so once again I live another day full of suffering.
The blood inside me is screaming "MONSTER!!!"
Keep repeating that a thousand times to anyone and they'll turn into a monster whether they like it or not.
You see it controls me, possesses me, and slowly devours me.
It sucks everything that I have inside of me and turns it into negative energy.
I'm scared that one day I'll lose all control of myself.
I'm terrified of the things that I'm capable of.
No, I'm not bragging.
What if one day I ended up stabbing you because of my blood?
Because whether it whispers or screams, everything it says drives me mad.
I'm on the verge of losing control.
I don't know how to get rid of this blood in my body because this is a part of me.
All that repulsive and dreadful thoughts still come from me and it was who made ME.
I hate it.
I still do until this very day.
One day, I woke up from a loud scream.
SUFFER! SUFFER! SUFFER! SUFFER!
The blood inside me was screaming.
It was a deafening voice.
I couldn't get it out of my head.
Then suddenly...
Drip. Drop.
There was blood coming out.
It whispered to me in a frightening gentle voice.
"I want to get out"
There was a huge amount of blood flowing from my wrists.
I should be panicking but strangely it felt calm and soothing.
Once again it whispered, "I can't fit. Cut it again."
I wanted him to get out quickly
So I slashed my wrist.
This time the cut was deeper.
I've never felt so free and satisfied in my entire life.
For the first time
I felt happy.
My vision was beginning to turn dark.
I feel time passing quickly.
My eyes are getting foggy.
And I fell into a deep slumber.
