Change

Hey I haven't posted anything in quite a while but a lot has been on my mind. I used to believe that have faith in yourself and in your dreams were the most important things in life.I cling to them like a little buoy passing me by, just letting it drag me along wherever the sea may. I would follow whatever I felt, and whatever I felt would just be impulse. But then I realize... what am I doing it for, is just to get through life contently, or was there something more? I used to hate every single thing around me, I wanted so much to rip everything to shreds... I mean why not, it seemed like everything around me was out to get me and drag me back to the dark thoughts anyway. I have scars that show that, and no, not some pathetic little cutting my wrist scar. Fangs, blades, claws, bone, glass.. have cut my body and once or twice I've almost died, once i was presumed dead.
I wish that I could have changed at least one thing. I wish I could have made everything better for everyone. Once I became obsessed with it, I was so single minded I saw nothing around me. At one point I became so consumed my fangs raged. I felt caged wanting to tear till the warmth of the flesh dissipated. My claws wanted to rip till there was nothing left to drain. I wanted to destroy till the remains weren't able to be recognized as anything. I became afraid and started biting my nails...
But, things have changed. Thank you.