Cotton Candy

I have lived most of my life inflicting pain on others, my dad is scared of me when I show him the bird that I caught dead, he asked me what happen to it and I answered that it broke his wings and so to end the pain I killed it. And one time, when I told him about my little brother was the one at fault when he was almost drowned to death. I was 5 at that time and he was just 2, he looked at me with his eyes and I can see that he wants to feel pain and so I did.

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They say I'm just depressed that's why I do what I do with myself but the pain is so good and I feel relieved. Blood, I love the smell of blood. Every time I cut myself, the oozing hot blood makes me smile and the itching pain gives me so much joy. My parents always fight and so my father left us after some time, my mother then became abusive, my older sister was the favorite and I became the unwanted, every now and then my mom would kick and punch me. I realized that I enjoyed it.