I Should Have Known

To The Psychiatric Ward

A few days after I found you I was sent to a hospital since I had been acting strangly and muttering to myself. I was put on meds and had to talk to a therapist eveyday. The muttering stopped pretty quick, I was released in about a month, but I aas never really ok. I continued to text you, I had voices in my head, and, in a few months, I started talking to you, as if you were really there.

Back to the hospital I went. The second time was a different place, more meds came my way, a few different psychiatrists. Almost four months later, I had stopped talking, texting and the voices in my head quieted down, but when I was released, it all started back up again. This continued for years and years. I'm twenty-seven now, the voices are worse than ever.

They died because of you!!!

You should have been more concerned!!!!!

You should have known!!
You should have known!!!
You should have known, you should have knownYOUSHOULDHAVEKNOWN!!!!!!

My neighbors have been saying they're concerned about me, I often wake ip screaming or don't sleep at all. I just don't understand why you had to go. I loved you, you know. I still do. So I'm going to join you. Tonight, I've filled up my bath tub, I've got a razor blade, and I'm wearing my favorite pajamas.

You didn't leave a note, and neither will I. I hope you're waiting for me if there's any sort of afterlife. I'm coming home...