Broken Souls

Chapter XXIX: I Hate All Of This

・• I Hate All Of This •・

Idiots.
Stupid humans. Stupid friends.
It's seriously annoying to see them laugh.
It's a super ugly behavior. Super... stupid.
Just ridiculously stupid.

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Cut. Cut. Cut.

Cut and I'll feel peaceful.
Cut and I'll feel pleasure.

Cutting will make me feel better.
Cutting will make me become absorbed in my own world.

I will feel the pain instead of emptiness.
Feel the pleasure that lies within each cut, each slash that I make to myself.

They look serenely pretty. They really do.
They don't speak physically. But they will hear me out, and maybe... they do speak to me sometimes.

No one understands me and I don't care.
Maybe I cared about it in the past. But no, not now, not anymore. I'd say my scars do though, and it feels nice somehow.

They are cute.
They will get shy when I kiss them.
They will feel so much pleasure that even tears will start to flow down from my eyes.

I know I love them. Each of them.
Because they are beautiful in their own various ways.

Some of them are more pinkish, while some of them are more brownish; they vary in sizes and lengths too; long beautiful deep pink lines, cool light brown marks, and some cute little light pink and white swollen creatures resting on my skin here and there.

I'm smiling at them at the moment.

I love them. Despite how much I hate the pathetic disgusting human outside and inside, I love them.
They are the only things that would I ever love from this vessel that holds blood.

When my fingertips touch the surface of the swollen pink flesh just a slightly bit, it will react. It gets flustered, as someone pays attention to it. To something that normally people find disgusted of.

I will moan. I will pant.

Because it feels nice. Because the creation I've made to this skin is being recognized. It is being loved. And I know it is happy, it feels happy.

And I feel happy for them too.

They will tell me how flustered they are, that they couldn't take it anymore due to overwhelming pleasure.

I will laugh and listen to them speaking so shyly and happily, as well as speaking to them how glad I am, to know that they feel this way.

Sometimes we will chat a lot.
I will kiss them over and over, brushing them with my fingers tips to make them feel more happier. And they do.
It's great to see someone being happy and pleasurable. It's cute, after all.

As long as they smile and laugh genuinely, I'll feel great. Because it is I who have created them to be existed. And that they feel happy because of me.