PTSD Therapy

Toxic Mayhem

Chapter 1

*Breaking news Kaeshawn, best known as Frankenstein Reaper, has escaped the mental facility and is very dangerous. If you see him, go to a safe place and call 911 and please lock your doors and stay safe*

I've been trying very hard to stay out of the light and stay so much deeper into the dark, because I now have tons of shit on my table. Some would say plate, but this shit is way bigger than a fucking plate. I'm back for love and plan on doing some plotting just to feel it all through and go from there, cause my love is wilder than Snake Island.

Am I that toxic to be loved by myself? What's the situations that's going through the impossible toxicness that's wilding out for attention? I guess I truly am toxic, cause it seems like I can't keep anyone happy like I want to. Damn I'm exhausted of the mayhem that's deep in my bones and covering my veins that's screaming to come out to unleash somewhat happiness for my life. Let me run so far away from here that the voices in my head can live comfortably with the harmonizing romance thoughts from the heart.

Listening to the sadness in my life has become nothing but music to my heart and has been unavailable to feel and hear the truth. Yes the truth hurts very fucking deeply and I've been doing the best I can to stay away from the insane monster that is within me. The monster wants to come out so fucking bad and I'm damn near willing to let it, because there's still unfinished business that needs to be addressed in this hating world. Will the monster set me free? Or will feeling their presence become more realistic? I can't just sit around knowing that it's so much hurt coming people's way and end up driving or diving head first into the dark end.
Something needs to give and I'm not trying to give my all just for the hurting toxic mayham be used as bait to catch me. All the bait in the world will never catch me, because I don't care to much about living dangerously and bringing out the weird in me. This trip is going to be so much fun, because I'm willing to put down the sanity and get the insanity built up enough to explode as if it was a sexy orgasm. Shit needs to be done and ready for the right moment to spare the reality of the monster that's haunting the empty hurtful mind. Come to me as I share my thoughts and feelings that's gotten me into the unlucky trait of dwelling the dark. How many times am I going to have my inner monster keep ruining things for me? I truly want it to stop, but at the same time it somewhat feels kinda good when you think about the innocent damage. The damage will do it's thing while my toxic mayham overcome the breakout of hiding the evidence that the inner monster has caused after all the time's I was kept hidden away in that mental facility.