It starts with being broken, damaged and wrong. It starts with ugly. It starts with pain and it continues with not knowing what to do with all this pain.

It starts with losing my mind, losing my shit but never myself. She is always there looking at me while I go mad. Pain that looks invisible, come on..look at it, it’s invisible….it is until you cut yourself open. That it’s when I finally saw myself, making my pain visible was my way to see myself.

My only canvas has been my fucking mind and sometimes my body. 

Words can manipulate the world and so can your words manipulate your pain, a bit like lies.
Have faith in your lies, believe every single one of them, that's your truth.

It's raining blood but Psychosis should do the trick, tell them I am doing great! 

Mine,

A.