What am I?

Ilook in the mirror and think what if I am a hypocrite?,what if I am a little prick?,iknow I use to be suicidal putting the blade to my wrist so I could slit but...no need to bring the shit up coz its..hurtful thinking of those silly painful times where the blade got deeper im so confused right now just wish I could have a sleeper I want to be a normal kid living with some happiness but my bones feel like there getting weaker am sick of all this hallucination ive had it with your convosations its turning into a habit its like were racing, were like rabbits I think were chasing... carrots so I guess were facing...our worst nightmare its a scare I could easily save you but the shit you said just made me not care,its like were breaking...the Guinness world records but only its not a spare chair to share its like your retaking my gifts I gave you so I guess I better start remaking the shit I gave to you when I started baking its like were making a new future but it needs naming!