Surviving in the Darkness

You think you know me.
You think you love me.
You think I am everything you want to be.

I guess I could tell you everything.

I could make you feel sorry for me. Tell you how I was forced to witness something horrifying. Let you vindicate me for my actions thereafter.

But that would make me the victim.

I am not the VICTIM.

So instead I'm going to tear down all those walls within your mind that keeps your little world from decaying. The same walls you pretend don't exist. The ones that make you shun people like me, just so you can keep the idea of definite world.

You won't know what happened to you until you're forced to survive like me.