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When i look deep into my mind i find nothing,
Not a memory of my past.
So when i ask myself where i find an answer,
There is just a vast ocean of fog,
For which answers lie but don't get revealed.

Bloodthirst grows in my stomach as i hear what has happened,
I start to focus on things that are very common.
I hide my evil smile when i feel like im about to go on a rampage,
But my teeth feel as though they are about to buldge out of my mouth,
For i imagine the taste of blood in my mind.

The night brings me comfort,
But not enough to roam under the moonlight.
The stars danse with joy,
But i cringe with envy,
I imagine myself in a tree looking at the moon.

I cryed that night thinking of my pain,
And i felt like i was going to scream.
I gripped my blankets hard as i thought possible,
And my fingers felt like they were bleeding with sorrow,
Yet i seemed to want the pain so i gripped even harder for a release.

Some of these things happen daily,
But others happen on certain occasions.
The more this happens the more i feel like im belonging more,
I start to feel that i can be like a normal person,
One that can fit in with the world.