TW: self harm

How can you hold my hand knowing how much blood it has drawn?

How can you say you feel safe in my arms when the scars they bear are signs of just how cruel I can be?

How can you be happy in my presence knowing that just weeks or even only days ago I mangled human flesh for personal satisfaction?

How can you look at me even though I am a malicious pain causing monster?

How can you touch me when I feel as though I must be stained with blood?

How can you love me while all I do is destroy  myself?