I don't know if im crazy or not. People who knows me say that i am crazy. Now these days, they say im totally crazy. I started to cut myself few months ago and i didn't know why. I was really pissed from something and I didn't know how to take out all the anger inside of me. Someone could've got hurt if I didn't stop myself somehow. I saw a knife front of me, I grapped it and cut my arm. Blood was everywhere and all I did was crying. I don't know whats going in my life anymore. I'm myself a mistake. Thats how I feel. I'm spending more time with myself than with other people. I don't know where to go or what to do.
Since that day i started to do it more often. My mom noticed a bandage on my arm and she asked me what happened. I said nothing but she took it off and saw it. My arm was like a map if I should describe it in details it will be very ugly. She yelled me and said what will people say about you. I looked at her and I wished to die at that moment. Is it the anger or my life that I wanna get red off. I dunno to be honest im lost.
I don't care what anyone will say about me. I don't know if its right or wrong or if i wanna continue my life like that. They chose my life for me.
I will live like everybody else but the different is a body without a soul.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
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