I have no idea what is hapening to me. I feel like I wish tostay in darkness, I wishnot to go back in thelightsmile and laugh. Who am i? what am i? what am i worth? what is my purpose?
I started feeling a rage build inside me when I realised I couldn't answer. I had to hit , to punch, kick, do something. Never would I hurt a tree or someone else. No way could I break something on purpose.
But my rage is still there, burning. my rage is like a hunger that can never be diminished until I see pain. But I can't see pain on someone else.
I want to see pain on myself., then.
I started hitting myself, as hard as I can. i brought tears to my eyes. my hunger grew greater. i dug my nails in my skin till the marks remained.
but no scar is seen.
I want to cut, to bleed. i want to feel the pain, see the scar, and hopefully it'll make me feel more alive. hopefully i'll wake up, and my rage will be quieted. i wince with emotional pain I shall wince when my knife slashes-not too deep- but enough to say. i get cramps in my heart and stomach. I sometimes feel hedaches. My rage wants to explode. My hunger wants to be fed.
Should I feed it?