did you know that when you took your hands and ripped me apart that it would lead others to follow the trail of blood and prey upon me as well. these wounds you opened never healed and my flesh has been rotting for many years and it's too late to lob it off and bandage myself up.
this diseaseΒ is living in my bones in my heart in my brain it the core of who i am and to extricate it would mean to extricate my own identity you cannot **** it without killing my mind
i can't understand why the world looked at me and decided that i didn't deserve the happiness she so willingly gave everyone else. she chose me to be one of the rotten people that exist solely to be hurt by those who are evil. the rot and the evil are bound and stuck together. always always always we will find each other and the rot grow again and again and again. it's what we were born to do.
i wrote this in 2016 when i was almost 18. a lot of my old writing reflects things i would not experience for another year or two. the first line - that hadn't happened to me yet. it eventually did but i didn't know that. very freaky and weird. (edited a teeny tiny bit)