Diary Of A Twisted Mind

July 26, 2012

My body crashes to the ground as the coughing takes over once more. Barely being able to breathe as my body shakes with the effort. Soon enough though it is over and I'm back contemplating the meaning of life and death in the corner of my 'bedroom'. Wondering what I'm doing with my life and who I want to be. Wondering if the pain will go away. The pain of feeling useless and out of place. As yet another day goes by in my prison cell that the doctors like to call 'my bedroom' when its really all just the same bland furniture. At least I got to pick out which shade I wanted the walls to be. That's the only good thing about this room however, the rest is just so happy when I'm clearly not. Its been about a month since I was taken to this place they call a 'psychiatric ward'. After I went crazy trying to protect you from those people.