I’m really mean.

(from Harry POV)

No, I really am mean.

When someone hurts me to a point where I break, I kill them with my words.

I’m absolutely ruthless when someone causes severe damage. I hurt them every time I’m hurt and I remember what happened.

I hurt them continuously, every time I’m fucked thinking about what they did.

I never let it go.

I’m really mean. I’m not sweet always.

Whenever I hurt my family it hurts me as much.

I go through pain every time I shout. Pain for what I went through and pain for causing them pain.

I’m a knotted and tangled mess sometimes. I cannot be undone.

I’m not as put together and mature always.

Maybe the pain I went through is that severe. Maybe this is what the pain left behind.

My words shoot to kill when I’m mad, I have a lot of regrets about that.

This is me trying.