I ran,
I ran past the people,
I ran past the cars,
I ran until I had come to a deserted road which had fields on either side.
My feet were sore due to my lack of shoes and I wasn't sure if I could remember which way I had come, but at that moment I didn't care.
I collapsed in the field, the long grass tickling my face
I just cried, I cried for the first time since the incident, I just let everything out.
All the pain, because I was sick of it.
I was sick of the voices,
I was sick of the pills,
and most of all, I was sick of him,
constantly creeping into my thoughts and bringing me back to that lonely place,
Back to the insanity,
Back to the asylum..........
