So today in group a really weird thing happened, Fiona, Matt, and I haven't talked in group again since after i got here but then the group therapist Ms. Amanda said it seemed like everyone has been having something on their minds for a while now and we all needed to get it off of our chests if we ever wanted to get started on getting better and leaving...oh Man was that the wrong thing to say...
"I'm crazy alright? I argue with myself there's two different sides to me and honestly? I'm voting the asshole who hates the world will win. Whoever or whatever made us? What was the point? why are we here? Pretty sure it's all just for shits and giggles"
whew there.....got it out
"Justin..to be honest I totally get that...", Fiona spoke softly to my surprise.
"....i second that's definitely true at the same time while we're here we gotta look at the bright side", Matt commented as well.
"Oh come on, you, of all people saying that? Do you see where we are Matt?? there are three of us locked away in the mountains for God knows how long, you tried to kill yourself because nobody can accept you're gay, I just want pills and liquor and Justin here is more than one person and you tell him to'look at the bright side?' Don't you see there is none?!" , Fiona now silenced shook her head and sighed as Ms. Amanda who's been quiet the whole time looks around at us and finally says that we may go to our rooms
YOU ARE READING
lives of the scarred
PoetryYou see us everyday, little do you know our little secrets. Sooner or later though, they're going to catch up with us
