Ugh…I know this is for pussies, but I’m doing it anyway….

This writing thing, it’s lame, but I’m gonna try, I usually sit alone at home, I try leaving the house, to do something to fill that stupid void, Hurt someone, cause pain to someone else, why do i need to be the fucking bait this time? Beaten to the ground, blood pouring from my mouth, I see it almost everyday, the dreams don’t stop, he stands there, just looking at me, what does he want? He wants something I know it…..Maybe it’s just a dream but it’s so real! He made me this way, I know I used to be normal, I used to talk to people, hang out with people, now all i want to do is rape, and torture, and cut….I cut all the time, I think the scars on my face finally healed i can’t really feel much there anymore. I feel numb most days, I need the pain from others, I need to make them suffer, It’s a fucked coping mechanism maybe, I hate myself, i never wanted to be this way, I forget what almost anything is now…Whatever, no one is gonna see this shit, but fuck it. This is still fucking dumb, I’m done writing this, its gay.

Dru placed the piece of paper down before getting his otf knife, pushing the button, letting the blade slide out before bringing it to his arm, Looking over the many cuts he already had. “Just….once more…” He would move the blade closer before pressing down lightly, drawing out another line like he usually did. The blood streaming down his arm yet again. He would drop the knife, bringing his index finger to scoop up some of the blood. This was gonna be his signature, he didn’t want to write it with the pen, why? He felt the need to cut, he always did. Bending down to the piece of paper he would write the letter ‘D’ with his blood. Shaking his head once he was done, “Freak” Was all he could say, before folding the paper and putting it in his pocket.