It’s not a happy dream. It might be depressing to some. I have a dream of death. Suicide, pain, and death. I’ve always been fascinated with blood. The thought of killing anything excites me. That’s the reason I started cutting. I like watching the blood drip down. Hell, some nights I even rub the blood all over myself. They put me in a psychiatric hospital for attempted suicide and attempted murder. They thought what they did helped. It only made s*** worse. To this day I despise them all. My friends treat me differently. My family even treats me differently. And each day I have huge bursts of rage from no where and I’m scared, yet excited, that I might hurt someone. Just needed to get this out. Please continue with your day.
And Blessed Be.