En cours de chargement...
The scratching. The screaming. The darkness. The blood. The emptiness. There's no point to anything anymore. What am I fighting for? I don't know who I am anymore. Or what I am. I don't feel human. I don't feel real. I used to know that I was real but I'm consistently losing pieces of myself so I'm becoming someone else. It shouldn't be possible to have this inside of you. I see and feel things that don't make sense.
I desire things that I didn't know I wanted and things that humans should not allow in their psyche. I've felt in ways that are similar to an out of body experience but I felt like my energy was being pulled out of my body like someone pulling out the yo-yo string as slow as possible. And it's being pulled through two razor blades. Am I losing me or am I being shown who I really am? Who is the real me? Not one person knows what's wrong with me no matter what their degree says.
Wait. Am I a new thing that nobody has seen before? With the doctors not even knowing what's wrong with me, it triples the lonliness. Maybe the dark energies are showing me what I'm in for when I do die while they chip away at my life every time they visit so I'm closer to my death. The more life I lose, the more energy it gives them because their visits are becoming more and more brutal. More insane.
If I'm going on an eternal torture cruise, I'm sure the death light will be foggy, confusing, and burning my flesh off my corneas rather than soothing and welcoming. There's only one thing left to do. I guess I'm just going to tell the truth. Can't hurt. Or can it? Either way, this isn't going to end well. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO??