Hachan320

My world is much like your own, filled with people going about their daily lives, not giving a care of others. I've seen it, it exists in my world too. On a different dimension through the mirror is my world opposite to yours. There are people who are beautiful outside but horrible on the inside and vise versa. Looks can be deceiving, in your world anyway. In my own world a persons body is as torn and mangled as their own soul. Much like myself. I hate myself, my world is black and white and my heart filled with darkness. I have hardly ever risen a blade to my own skin but a gash appears on my body each time my depression grows. Angry red mar