Get out of my place, get ur shit done. Yah u got me, good job u sick fucks. But if its my death you are waiting for I will happily get that done for you. You don't have to be 2 inch from my face spelling death at the top of your lungs. I understand fear very well that shit don't scare me no more you'll have to pull some new freaky shit to get to me. You guys don't understand the hell I live through each day, the will to survive and the fear of death is non existent. Fuck your lost, you call that trauma? What? Get chased at by fucked up creature you couldn't ever understand or Knowed existed and watch it tear apart your skin until you get paralyzed faced first to death eyes and then get a part of your soul riped away from you. Do you have any idea how that feels. Whah im kidding you say? No you hope I was thoe. You wont understand my hell. Before you judge me for my fucked up behaviour think about the shit I live through everyday. Ya sure you don't see it, think i don't? Saying its all in my head wont go far here bud
