I can't remember the first time I felt the cold steel pierce my skin, but I know it's now a normal thing to see my own blood...I don't remember what it's like to not be in complete darkness but I know the pain makes the dark fade, just a little bit. Yet it's still there, it's always there.
At school I'm invisible, they see right through me. I prefer it that way. It's better that they don't see me, because when they do, they don't see a person, and I always end up seeing my own blood again.
Freak, weirdo, fag...Those are the names they use, cause no one knows my real one and no one really cared.
Naruto
But one day something happened and made me think the world could spit out a bit of mercy sometimes. That day made me feel like I was still human... Like I was important. Like I was alive. It would only last for that moment though because I could never escape my reality, there were always reminders.
"You're not one of us."
