She screams, holding her head,
rocking back and forth on her bed.
Jesus, she's fucked up.
She's behaving like a mental patient,
(Because this is not a sane person's behavior)
wishing the voice would just go away.
It makes her miss the times when the different drugs actually
worked, the times when she was happy.
Wait.
When was that?
She realizes she can't remember.
YOU ARE READING
Spiral
RandomShe's on a downwards spiral right now, f a l l i n g. A not so normally formatted story about a not so normal depressed and schizophrenic girl.
