inside every person's mind is a child. it's you. sobbing in the darkness, a younger version of yourself whom nobody can never understand, whom nobody will extend a helping hand to.
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ——why can’t i dіe?
i can't be soft. i can't let my guard down. i can't be vulnerable, because they'll all learn who i really am. i don't want them to know how weak and pathetic i truly am. fragility is a curse.
if you asked me, i’d fall into hell with you. i’d go anywhere. i could do anything. anything! but i can’t stand it if you’re not here. don’t imagine i could be happy without you. don’t run away. don’t run from me. please… i beg you… please don’t leave me alone.
there’s blood on my hands & i can’t wash it off. there’s blood on my hands & i can’t wash it off. there’s blood on my hands & i can’t wash it off. there’s blood on my hands & i can’t wash it off.
let me tell you about my childhood. damaged & ripped apart. i have been unhappy for as long as i could remember. i was born mouldable, and through violence, i was shaped into a monster.
i did not mean to become like this: a monster, a leviathan. a killer, a weapon of war. but i know nothing of peace, and what solace can i seek if not in blood?