Oh what to do when you're me. Having fun looking in the mirror yet? Are you having fun looking in the mirror yet? You can stop staring at yourself now. We all get it. We all understand you don't have to keep, fucking staring. "What're you doing?" My head snapped to look at the door frame quickly. "Nothing" oh how easy it is to lie. OH! howfucking! easy it is to lie! "Uh, right. Dinners ready, come eat if you feel like it, at least take your meds. You're freaking me out a bit man" What a fucking joke. I couldn't help but let the little chuckle slip from behind my lips. My gaze sliding back to the mirror, but I caught the gaze of one of them, so I turned to it. "The fuck are you looking at this time?" This freak show comes, tear out my brains and rip me to shreds, all over and over and over again. And for FUCKING WHAT!!?? "Lemme fucking guess! You're here to tell me, I'm never gonna make it" I pouted playfully with a small smirk. "Wah! Wah! Wah!" I'm not scared anymore. As a child they freaked me out, now I just deal with it. Some say I'm a little crazy. It's not me though. Right?
"Right? It's not me right?" "What's not you? Who are you talking to???" "Nobody" I didn't get startled by the sudden appearance of my sister. I didn't jump or turn to look until after I said it.
Have you gotten enough look on how I live now? Wanna know who I am? Names Brayden. I'm a fucking psychopath. At 10 years old I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, I'm 17 now. I've suffered a lot with it, and many other things as well. I don't take my meds, I barely do, even though I really should.
Stick around.
Maybe you'll be able to watch me kill somebody.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
