Do you know what it's like to break someone?
To listen to the painful screams of their glass shattering unto the floor.
Do you know what it's like to administer a cure which then transitions into poison, draining their life force?
Do you know what it's like to have excruciating fear, so much so that instead of fighting the monster, you become it?
Do you know what it's like to become the thing you hate?
I do.
It feels as if you're a rotting corpse inside an existent body and yet that undead being eats away at the little life you have left to give.
It feels as if you're trapped inside yourself, screaming to be let out as you watch the monster wreak havoc.
The funny thing about the monster, that separate persona, that "it" in you, that creature you hate, it only comes out to protect you.
With it's twisted and vile ways it comes out to heal your weakened state.
That monster is your oxygen when you're dying for a sip of air.
That monster is your heart beat when your pulse is silent.
That monster is your core when you feel nothing but emptiness and sorrows.
That monster is you.
Destroying you and saving you all at once.
That monster is difficult for others to understand.
That monster hurts when it only wants to heal.
That monster leaves when it only wants to stay.
That monster is evil when it only wants to do good.
That monster, that hell inside you yearns to be accepted.
It yearns to be looked into, past the pain it's caused.
It wants to be seen not by it's actions but by it's heart.
Because deep down inside that wretch, there is a scared child wanting to be nothing but loved.
The child that never wants anyone to leave them, even in their mistakes.
That child that wants to be held and told
"It's okay."
It's okay..
You see that child admits the monster but in reality only wants to be tamed.
They just never had the means to be.
