Don’t mind them bottles on the shelf, or the pills on the floor. Probably see all the hell through the hole in my door. The only thing in this house that ain’t been to war is the bed, ‘cause the truth is I don’t sleep anymore
0kommentarer"Why do you refer to yourself as a monster?"
"Because for years I honestly believed that’s what I was"
"And why is that?"
"Everything at home went so bad and I couldn’t handle it, so I shut down.
I couldn’t feel anything for anyone and that made me feel like I wasn’t even human.
I couldn’t feel happiness, sadness, not even anger for a short period of time.
I couldn’t appreciate anything at all.
Everything inside of me turned into nothing,
I was completely numb.
And when I finally met someone that had the guts to actually try to understand me, and even liked me, I still couldn’t really feel "the right thing".
It turned out to be a huge mess and I hurt him really bad.
That’s when I felt like a real monster.
I mean, hurting someone like that?
I never want to do that,
or have to feel like that ever again."
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