I have no feelings. I have no compassion for my life. I am very revengeful when someone hurt me, even if it is about a petty thing. My mind is a nest of demonic thoughts, always. I have recently started visiting a psychiatrist about my illness, which I had ignored for years. 
Well why I am here on this platform is sometimes I used to write about all those vile things which my mind constantly works on. It was a distraction to me. I ain't a good writer. But I will post a few of my stuffs and go further and listen to all the feedbacks about my work and also if readers are generous they can help me with my illness (which maybe Bipolar or schizophrenia) not yet diagnosed and I'll let you know.

Mostly I always write about self-harm, depression, suicidal thoughts, physically hurting others and my troubled dreams. Some of my work looks like poems (be warned I am not a poet and I don't write well) some are in the form of letters to an individual or some for myself. 

I have to search them through my self sent emails and old note books and update as soon as possible. 

I am doing this because the shrink I met for the first time suggested I need to get well soon and if I am comfortable with talking to strangers I can. So we have made a deal that I'll share some work here, which are always about morbid thoughts and show him the messages I get. Good that he agreed it my way, or I would have thrown the paper weight which was on his table right through his skull

-TroubledMind.