Who Am I?
A victim of the past and damaged by the present while the future seem blurry and out of place. A victim of a world I consider to be my home. Given life just to suffer the consequences of past events and infected by being not good enough or perfect enough like everyone else.
Who am I?
A lost soul walking among the living. Something/Someone who wants to be consider normal. Have friends that not judgmental, but are trust worthy. A friend who you can tell everything about yourself, the pain, the madness, the tears, the sorrow. Someone who cries with you because they know all you have suffered and wish they was there to make the suffering go away.
Who am I?
Beaten and broken but still moving. Damaged in every way a person can be damaged. Destroyed, sad, but tries their very best to just be here for the ones who want them here.
But who am I?
I am the person you consider the freak. The person you hit, the person you pick at every day. I am that body in the grave that died from things that everyone has put them through. I am that drug addicted, that suicidal person. The person you called emo. The person you told to kill themselves.
Someone who just wish to be just like you and not looked at different.
How do my habits make you feel? Are you proud of yourself that you push me so over the edge that I killed myself? Are you proud of yourself that now I am a drug addict and is dying because of you? Are you proud of yourself that you choose how my life should begin and end but I have no say in it? Are you proud of yourself that since you called me names, I feel that I am never perfect? I starve myself, cut myself, and try to wear things because of what you said to me. Are you proud? Most of all, are you proud of the person you turned out to be?
Written by me: Scissorhandsjr
