Maybe it's me
I was a broken child due to self inflicting grievous of my heart, I hated everything I hated what lived, laughed, and loved. I was a "Demon child" I lived for things that brought pain to others but deep down I understood their pain I lived for the sadness that couldn't be spoken, I prayed for someone to come around to hurt me. My obsession for evil was hysterical. I longed for heart break because I was never worth love, attention, and affection. I have a tendency to follow everything that hurts me, Greg, Paul, my uncle, México, the wear house, self harm, attempts... I hated myself for that so much I hated things that made me smile why? I hated my smile my cheeks, my eyes how they squint when it's genuine. How I didn't have a soul purpose anymore, I didn't know how to make friends I didn't know how to be friendly I didn't know how to care about anyone not even myself. When I say I hated everything I genuinely hated everything about life,myself, my surroundings. I don't express easily, I don't love fast, I never cared much. But this happened...
