Why has my life come to this? I wake up every morning, I head to school, I go home. Simple, right? Wrong. So, very, wrong. I don't see certain people for most of the day. I don't talk to people anymore. Except for my closest friend. Yeah, you'll see me on occasion smiling, don't let that fool you. Inside is a dark and twisted soul locked in the cage of insanity. The only thing to break that cage is if I finally snap. I've hidden that part away from everyone. Only one person truly knows how deep it goes. And that person is gone. Long gone. How long will it take for me to be back to normal? Truth is there was never a normal me. I'm just waiting till that one moment where I can finally use one of many nooses I have made, or the pill bottles I've stored, or the gun I keep in my closet. Cause there's one thing that I know for sure, there is nothing left for me here.
