Thread:BrokeNGlass0/@comment-47014387-20201208192319/@comment-47014387-20201210123807

'''After writing a note to a person I trusted at school, the police came to my house. I was eating dinner at the time and was not expecting this. I was still having voices speaking to me at the time and still did not understand why everyone avoided me. I felt abandoned.'''

'''You see, my way of venting was to make edgy and violent art. At around this time I wrote a poem with a drawing to go with it. Seems normal enough, right? Well the thing is- the poem is about not escaping, and I colored the drawing with my own blood. '''

That freaked my “friends” out.