AN: Not gunna pretend to own this one, I sent Angelfeatherwriter "It is so much like cutting" to her through e-mail, and this was with her reply.


Angelfeatherwriters reaction to "It is so much like cutting"

They THINK they know.

They THINK they can pat me on the back

Or hug me

Or whisper consoling thoughts into my head

But it

Just

Doesn't

Do it.

They THINK they can feel my pain

They THINK they can relate

But they don't know a

Fucking

Damn

Thing.

They wish that they could find something to say

They wish that this awkward silence could end

That I'm some kind of priceless china set that can't be tapped without shattering.

That I'm someone who can snap and destroy them, kill them, devour their innocence.

That's why I'm

So

Damn

Lonely.

I want to escape

I want to cry

I want to scream

And shout

And beg.

I want to be normal.

I want my friends to be normal.

I want to be free.

But I'm

Just

Too

Damn

Cursed.