When you begin to lose yourself, it doesn't happen all at once. It's a gradual process. Today, it's a pinch, and tomorrow, it's a whole chunk of flesh. That's what pain does to you. Pain caused by hurt, hurt caused by people you thought were friends, or worse, family.
How do you justify the gruesome outcomes of your trust in man? How do you look yourself in the eye again and say yes, you will become. You will come out stronger and better than you'd ever imagined. There are only two ways to do this. You live to die, and you die to live. The fun fact about living in death is that the stabs are numb. You don't feel a thing as the sharp blade is driven through your skin in quick succession because you died living and there's much pain can do now.
