My Tiny Zone

Manifesto by a killer

I'm tired of pretending everything is fine. Tired of holding it all in, swallowing everything, watching people walk around thinking they're good, while hiding things worse than what I've done. The difference is—I don’t lie about it. I’ve spent my whole life surrounded by garbage. People talking about morals and justice, but all they care about is their own comfort. Everyone thinks they’re better, but when no one’s watching, they do things they’d never admit to themselves. At least I have the guts to act on what I feel. I don’t hide. I don’t kill for pleasure. I kill because it’s the only thing that makes me feel something. Because the world doesn’t understand any other language. Because there's more truth in a scream than in a thousand sweet words. Because I’m done. With everything. With everyone. They said I was broken. That I needed help. But no one helped. No one listened. They just looked at me like I was the problem. And maybe I am. But if I’m the problem, then you are the cause. I don’t want forgiveness. I don’t want attention. I just want silence. I want the voices to stop, the lies, the fake smiles. I’m not a monster. I’m the result. The reflection of what you ignore. And if that scares you, it’s because deep down, you know I’m right.