ive been in the hospitable for two weeks
fuck you Shit
why cant i die?
do you know why i always wore my jacket at school
i cut myself
and if i couldnt, id cover my arms with loads of foundation
i was asked once
i was stupid that day
didnt have my foundation
and we had church
i was forced to take my jacket off
i was working with my parents in the yard
i said
it worked
thankfully
anymore questions
how did no one find about my
schizophrenia
because if those who knew told
would get sued
lets see what else
i was a little slow
because concentrating was hard
i guess it was pretty easy
ha
do you know how many times i really about to kill kat
like my voices wanted it as much as me
i always say ill kill someone
wonder where that came from
lets see
know how i fall or trip
guess it was a spurge of voices
er
oh how im a spawn of satan
the voices hon
theres a lot people who dont know
now you do
yea im alive
but now
i got stitches and sitting in a "comfortable" hospitable room
getting checked each day
they took all my stuff
i asked for my diary
they were fine with it
but i got my nurse watching everything i write
yes i can see you kai
family has visited
in tears
happy to see im alive
well
i dont wanna write in this diary anymore
think ive explained enough
um
bye Shit

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It's Lonely.
Short StoryIt's not okay. It never is. Okay comes at the end. You choose your end.