I have a gift… I see dead children. Some fully and some are shadows. I’ve seen adults too but not as much recently. I’ve seen a little girl with blood dripping down her legs and sobbing here recently. No one else seems to see her. No one seems to notice anything. They’re ****ing there… Gods give me the gift to hear voices of random people talking to me through my head. Sometimes they’re dead and sometimes they’re living people putting their thoughts into my head. Sometimes telling me how worthless I am and some warning me of danger. Warning me that if I don’t harm myself or kill myself my death will be soon and torturous. They tell me what to do.

Sorry… this is all I feel comfortable sharing.