Trapped 
I am trapped. trapped in fear and anger. scars and gory wounds blanket my body, reminding me of hell itself. why can't I just leave? why can't I just be set free? I can't. I am my own prisoner. in my mind, I am guarded but my own emotions, in physical form, I am chained like the monster I have turned into. the spirits of my prey haunt my dreams. the blood of my victims once covered my hands, showing me what I am. my heart dark to the core, nothing but fossil of purity fill it. what more can grow within me? nothing. only my past mistakes stab and inject my mind, like a poison. the pain of the lives I took burn my scars, creating a deeper cut. I sometimes wonder when my life will end. but then I realized, I have already killed myself. 
-by Allison Castillo (the best writer ever -my science and art buddy-)