Considered Insane: How They Saved My Life (NO LONGER UPDATING)

Oh, the little men, marching, marching, marching around the basement I call my room, my safety, my home. The people in my town are convinced I'm possessed or insane, whichever suites them. They care more for themselves, overlooking my scarred arms and the hateful message "Die Bitch" scrawled on my stomach with a knife...