T\\Chapter One//T

The things that go on in my head are not okay.
The things that I think about are not right.
The way my mind works is wrong.
The way I look at life is dangerous.
My whole life I have been looked at as 'broken' like I am a toy.
People can break, but I know I'm not broken.

Sometimes I see things, and think things, and dream things that aren't allowed to be thought by a human, that aren't allowed to even be mentioned. But are those thoughts the reason I survived, are those thoughts the reason everyone else is dead.

It's my fault then, for thinking my thoughts.

I am broken.