Porcelain Lies

Here's what I was able to read from this picture, going left-to-right in columns:
"I don't care who I hurt."
"People are toys and objects to me."
"I am a narcissist who never learned to love."
"I pretend to be the victim to trick my next victim."
"I manipulate people with my self hatred."
"I pretend to hate myself to gain pity and forget [???]."
"I never empathize. I don't care about being a good person; just the [???]."
"I use people."
"I'm the boss."
"I only love myself and validations."
"I live for validation."
"I'm perfect at everything."
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"I will take until you have nothing left [???] me."
"Emotions are tools to manipulate with."
"I can always [???] you."
"You [mean] nothing to me."
"I never loved anyone."
"I'm selfish; I take people for granted; I take what I want."
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"I am a [???]."
"I want to be loved without giving love back."
"I'm the best that..."

What about your own mask?

Intense 

Your work is absolutely incredible & this one in particular is precious as you have described above. I too have experienced similar pain & though I cannot draw as catharsis I have art drawn on my body to work through the pain.
Be strong. You are beautiful. 

very nice. cathartic and beautiful. 

We're here for you! Hope you're doing okay!
Sorry I'm a little late to the comment party.

Wow!

My sweet darling, there is light. Try flow arts, I know a lot of people that have gotten through hard times, anxiety problems, depression because of flow. And they're a different kind of beautiful art. You will always have support, you just gotta ask <3

Love the Idea

Splendid!!!

If I could, I would favorite ALL your works a thousand times

You always seem to come up with something creative and deep. Keep it up 

I understand... you feel hopeless sometimes. I do too... Everyday, I pick up a new mask to hide the blackness within me. I can feel it consuming me, and everyone around me... I always end up blaming myself, saying it's my fault-MY FAULT. I still think it is. The darkness, it controls, it torments me. I've done terrible things I don't wish to think about it. But with everyday, comes a new dawn. I'll always believe in this dawn, because I know it will come no matter how long the night is... 

Critics say the poem is about the inevitably of death, but to me, it means something more. What does it mean to you, yuumei?

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

❤

You're a poet too?

Pretty much sums up Ken Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul.

So full of emotions, absolutely smashed it  

o.o cool work!

AAAAhhhhhhh Soooo cool!! I LOOOVE this artwork!! I like the hand really ww

We will support you through whatever troubles you are having! You are not alone.