"Call me psycho,
call me insane,
but written across my heart,
will ALWAYS be your name.
I probably need some help,
I'm probably I'm not all there,
but the way that I feel,
even I admit I'm scared.
Never knew love would be this powerful,
making me think things I never thought,
sure we have screamed, sure we have fought.
You want me to let go,
but starting over is not choice,
inside my head ,
i hear this voice.
I clinch my teeth,
and close my eyes,
the sound of pain,
to hide my cries.
I'm not letting go,
you'll have to kill me first,
call me a lunatic but I'll ALWAYS be yours."
This is the story of a sick, sick mind. The virus of trauma has infested the brain, deteriorating their body from the inside out. Stuck in an endless loop of pain and suffering, they can't seem to make any of it stop. Nor, find the root of it all. This is the story of a patient with psychosis. Stronger than even the highest warden can reach. The cure for this disease is unknown. The pain is Indescribable . And the effects are unimaginable. From hallucinations, to murder, this patient can never be fixed by a doctor. And, perhaps, not even by death. Captivated by lonesome, insanity welcomes you. When you hear the static, cover your eyes. When your neck is cold, don't turn around. And if you ever feel alone, run. I hope you are uncomfortable.