…cutter…

i do not know why, at one point, i did not fear death. instead i prayed that it would come to me, take me away from the life that i lived…the life that i hated. or at least i wished for the death-like state that i was slipping into to hurry up and swallow me… Continue reading …cutter…

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…in the light…child of night…

…although i am truly a night-child i am forced to lived in this world of the light. as much as i despise the sunlight caressing my skin and burning at my eyes i deal with it. after all, i am strong. i live each day a lie.

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