Dream of me

    Growing up, I really hated violence.the sight of blood disgusted me ,it made me cringe but that was before my teenage years . During those years I learnt that ,you either destroy or be destroyed. Too bad I was the one who always got destroyed . I was messed up in so many ways .something that I really hated at the beginning of my life ,I later found comfort in .marking myself and watching the blood drip on the floor was something that always puts me in my safest zone,unconsciousness. I once asked my mum how I became this way,destroyed and shattered ,all she did was cry , she never gave me the answer I wanted,no one did.