Hitting myself burning myself.
Just to feel something else
There is no joy, no longing, just emptiness
I don't want to feel like this
I don't want to think
I don't want to live and I don't want to die.
I just don't know how to survive in this life
Look behind my autistic problematic Then maybe you will see the real me !!
Who is that staring at me Blood red eyes a soulless smile so familiar!! So twisted and tormented I see the fear, the scars, the smell of dec...
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