Monster

You say that I'm aMonster, that I'm evil!! How about yourself? Aren't you a Monster? Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror lately?

Your skin is dry-gray, there are awful dark circles around your eyes. And there's absolutely nothing left in your once so amazingly beautiful eyes - they are empty. And even though I can see that you've been crying, there's no sadness in your eyes - your eyes are just dead!

I'm aMonsterbecause of how I treat other people. Let's talk about your deeds. I'd say you are aMonsterfor what you do to yourself. Your arms are like cuttingboards. New wounds mix with old scars and it's terrifying.

Do you even know how I felt when I found you in the bathroom the other day? You were sitting in the corner, tears running down your face silently, you were still holding the bloody razorblade...Blood from the new cuts on your arms was dripping on the floor...

I didn't know what to do. What to say. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I was so angry at you.

WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO ME?

WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK TO ME?

DON'T SAY I WON'T UNDERSTAND!

YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN ME A CHANCE!

YOU'RE DESTROYING YOURSELF!!!

YOU ARE THE MONSTER!!

YOU HEAR ME??

YOU ARE THE FUCKING MONSTER!!!

STOP IT!

STOP IT!

....just stop it...please.