Maybe I'm a sadist, maybe I'm a masochist. Maybe I'm just a sexually confused pervert that sucks the life out of herself on purpose. I might be an ex self mutilator and I might be an suppressed alcoholic, but I'm not your friend...And I'm not your enemy. ...And you'll never really know me. No matter how fucking close you think we are. No matter how many times you've drank with me, spoken to me, fucked me...You'll never fathom the emptiness inside of this body I am affected by. You don't really know where I come from, where I've been, the places my mind perishes from and you'll never truly comprehend the meaning of a masochistic heart that lives to kill me. Every beat is a beating, every thought is a nightmare and all of my organs are now rotted from leaving them outside of my body for others. I cry with my heart, speak through my eyes, attempt to love with my soul and I've sold my mind to the Devil. Whatever it is that I'm here for, it has absolutely nothing to do with my own wishes, desires or passion. I am here to make mistakes repeatedly until I turn to ash, so that people like you can learn from them. I am on this Earth to be made an example out of. My eyes are the fountains of pain, my ears are nothing but raw flesh from verbal abuse and the scars on my wrist are nothing but a vicious reminder that no one knows who I am.