I'm not crazy

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I'm not crazy I tell the doctors as they tie me down . I'm not crazy I scream as they walk away. 
I'm not crazy .... I whisper as I am left alone to see Them coming out of the walls.

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Let me tell you right now, I'm not normal. Normal people sleep in a bed at night, I don't. Normal people don't kill others at night, I do. Normal people don't have an alternative side that causes murder and chaos while I slumber, well I do. Normal people don't constantly live in fear of the government searching for them, I do! Normal people aren't wanted by hundreds because of what they can do, I am! Normal people aren't me, I am..... ~~~~~~~~~~ Completed Story

I walked another two more steps and before I could take another step,someone grabbed me vigorously by the shoulders and placed a cloth on my nose and mouth. I tried struggling but I breathed in the chemicals. I felt my eyelids dropping. The vision around me blurred and I passed out. (undergoing major editing xD)

!HUGE TWS FOR THIS STORY: -SH -SU!CIDE -DEPRESSION -INSANITY -PARANOIA -DELUSIONS -EDS -HEAVY TOPICS ! About: WCKD mental institution A place where one enters and never gets out. Maybe some, but those are sane. No one is sane. No one is sane No. One. Is. Sane NO ONE IS SANE NO ONE IS SANE NO ONE IS SANE HELP HELP HELP HELP

The Luke Letters (COMPLETE) by Sheenaisawesome

This is the full story of a some what true event. I have written these letters after true ones that I shared with Luke while I was in a hospital. Some is true, like the romance and the hospital, some is fake, I'll let you decide which is which. This was written a long time ago so please don't judge. NOTE:WRITTEN WHEN i WAS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL! After a suicide attempt Sheena as forced into a psychiatric facility where the only sanity she had left was poured into letters traded between her and her friends back home.

"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."

{Cover by Ms_Horrendous} ~ "H-hello?" I called, grabbing at my chest. There were doctors in the hallway, but they weren't moving. They were all standing, like they were frozen in place. I dropped down to my knees, feeling extremely light headed. I was still coughing as I saw someone coming down the hallway. I reached one hand out. "H-help.." I wheezed. My vision faded to black before the person reached me. ~

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

I find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes them seem a fool Placing me in a cell of plastic A cubical of my own destruction The world fades by Repeating Hazy Just because I'm what they call Crazy I see white White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's stereotypical It's defective It feels Repetitive They first discover my "condition" A problem to them When I flung a can of paint Screaming My throat bled Ear piercing Agony ricocheting off the Plain Crisp White Walls As I released the inner me Congratulations On greeting my insanity

It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

What Am I?

Let me tell you right now, I'm not normal. Normal people sleep in a bed at night, I don't. Normal people don't kill others at night, I do. Normal people don't have an alternative side that causes murder and chaos while I slumber, well I do. Normal people don't constantly live in fear of the government searching for them, I do! Normal people aren't wanted by hundreds because of what they can do, I am! Normal people aren't me, I am..... ~~~~~~~~~~ Completed Story

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