Last year I was explaining to a therapist how I felt. I told him how I wanted to physically hurt others as well as myself. One think I remember is his response.
He told me, "Wanting to hurt others is a sign of anger."
That never had occurred to me. Why was I angry? Who was I angry at? Myself or someone else? What had happened that made me this way?
Reflecting back on it now I think I've found a reason to feel that way. My, uh, Father yells and throws things when he gets mad. Honestly? It still scares me....
I remember one time he had gotten mad at a sibling of mine and-
*am I really going to share this...?*
"ouch, that hurts"
"you little piece of shit!"
*winces at the memory*
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
