I had nightmares that I would cut.
I had nightmares I got raped.
I had nightmares that no one understood.
Everyone told me I needed help because I was so dark.
I might be dark, but this nightmare are something that are realities to everyone else so what is so wrong?
I know that is mean to say, but I cant stop fate or reality.
It's all the same a nightmare of Hell.
I was made this way because you called me the child of Devil.
Well, I am starting to became because how could I became so dark in a short amount of time.
I was the pretty girl the one everyone wanted to be.
Then I realizes that was a nightmare not me.
I am a nightmare that you can see.
One that can walk, talk, and say I am the child of the devil because you made me this way.
I meaning cutting is how it started.
Then nightmares about rape.
How am I to know it was going to turn out this way.
~This based on me and the way I was before and how people called me name and the way I ended up~ ~Please vote and comment~
~Tears of Understanding~
