• When i look deep into my mind i find nothing,
    Not a memory of my past.
    So when i ask myself where i find an answer,
    There is just a vast ocean of fog,
    For which answers lie but don't get revealed.

    Bloodthirst grows in my stomach as i hear what has happened,
    I start to focus on things that are very common.
    I hide my evil smile when i feel like im about to go on a rampage,
    But my teeth feel as though they are about to buldge out of my mouth,
    For i imagine the taste of blood in my mind.

    The night brings me comfort,
    But not enough to roam under the moonlight.
    The stars danse with joy,
    But i cringe with envy,
    I imagine myself in a tree looking at the moon.

    I cryed that night thinking of my pain,
    And i felt like i was going to scream.
    I gripped my blankets hard as i thought possible,
    And my fingers felt like they were bleeding with sorrow,
    Yet i seemed to want the pain so i gripped even harder for a release.

    Some of these things happen daily,
    But others happen on certain occasions.
    The more this happens the more i feel like im belonging more,
    I start to feel that i can be like a normal person,
    One that can fit in with the world.