HO HO HO I'M HOOOME

VIKING BLOOD

You have killed me, but instead of dying I have gone mad. No one can save me from myself.

I hate myself. I hate my blood. I hate everything and everyone and how many pills do I have to take to make it stop?

I am nowhere. I am the biggest lie. I hate myself and everything that surrounds me and I won't listen to your advice so you don't need to try.

You have killed me and now I am broken and I can't talk or write or walk or breathe or live or eat or sleep or die. The only thing that remains is my insanity, the voices, the ghosts, tha hallucinations. This is not a creative exercise. This is the truth. My name whispered at every step. The shadows that follow me and want to do me harm. The solitude and the pain and the voices and I am mute deaf blind not alive.

Not better not worse than I used to be. More and more medicine and talking to therapists and the monster-me is still the stronger one. Here every day. I have collapsed. And who knows when I will look up again, or if I will drown.

You have killed me and instead of dying I've gone mad. I hate myself.

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