All this happened because of a boy.
He was always not stable but then he was brought to an asylum.
I loved him.
I went crazy.
Started cutting.
Even tried to kill myself.
My mother caught me.
So after that I was sent to the same place as the boy.
I never saw him.
I missed him.
I thought that this was worth the pain.
All this ...
Just to see him.
They kept an eye on me twenty four seven.
I stayed in a room for about six months.
They did tests, examinations and projects.
I almost forgot about the boy.
It was the drugs.
They almost made me lose the pain.
Almost made me lose him.
But I fought it.
Fought the good.
After that they let me walk around the place.
Not much.
Just a bunch of hallways.
Words written.
Too many.
It hurt my brain.
If I even had one.
So it was an average boring day.
When I was walking down the hallway.
What I saw was.
The boy.
