i carved your name as neat as i could on myself, so it would match your BEAUTY.

Dear you,

My sin,

I now adore you, more than ever. When I should hate you, more than ever. My sweet, sweet sin, why did you fool me? Why? Is it, because you know I'm still here? Or is it because, you don't see, you are my life?

I was always taught, to delete your sins. But this sin, is one filled with more joy, than the one's I was taught.

This sin, keeps me here.

you damn secret.

What the fuck?

I ask, and I ask,

"What's happening to you?"

Can someone give me an answer here?

The worst emotion.

It's stronger than depression, even stronger than love in my eyes; anger.

At least when I'm angry, I begin to think I'm crazy. But so does everyone else.

What makes me different? Just because I feel as if hurting a creature, or a person, will make me happy, makes my anger...different? Just because I want my "loved" ones, to not speak one word to me, makes me...different? Just because I feel walking, or swimming, miles and miles, to make the questions stop, really makes me...different?

Because I suddently

hate,

everyone's voice,
everyone's questions,
everyone's kindness,
everyone's face,
everyone's love,
everyone's presence,
everyone's faith,
everyone.

makes me...different?

I'd rather die.