...that makes me implode

I know this is second post in one day.

But I've just been thrashing my impulses I never believed I could reach and take out on others... on a friends. I'm extremely ashamed of myself.

Believe me when I say without my sanity, I could open my jaws and rip off anyone's flesh... neck... and give myself over away to my senses. Senses that of a beast. But if you love me, please also believe me when I say I think my physical and mental strength is unified. The reason why I hold back from using mad strength is because I don't want to be I can be. The reason I hold back is because I'm loved.
I'm a sick, masochistic, selfish homo sapien.

I hardly beg. You'll rarely see me on my knees, crying.
But those I love, you know who you are. I give you two options:
1. Hold me dear and save me. Nobody else will ever be able to. Be my therapy. My only permanent therapy.
2. Stay away from me. There will be no one to hear my madness again. And I promise you'll never have to ever again.


I was already taken away against my free will. Why? Those who did don't understand me.

I'm sorry I'm ranting. I'm sorry. But I don't know where to run. I'm closing myself off from the world again.
The sick, masocistic, selfish homo sapien will live, and try to forget that he's ripped himself into an outcast. I dunno.