The pain's existence, angered my soul. My hands were trembling at the sight. My eyes started to overflow with tears, I couldn't see through them. The pain grow, as more tears kept dripping from my face. I tried to stop it, but my finger tips got cold and all I could do was stand there. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

My scream grew longer and longer as it echoed throw the walls. I smash glasses on top of glasses as my pain and anger increased. My heart ached until it couldn't anymore.

My hands were dripping blood, they were so tender, but I liked it for some reason. 'Did I like the pain or was it how I released my anger.' I felt accomplished but then I remember what happened and it made me feel so small again.

I wondered out of nowhere 'if I stabbed someone and sat beside them and watch them die for entertainment' was some I okay. My emotions were all jumbled up as my mind thought of alot of things and all that hard thinking put me to sleep.

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