• My life?
    A lie.
    My stories?
    So real.
    My insanity, I've never understood.
    But now, I find that the stories I write,
    have been so very wrong.
    My characters, so off.
    This is not how insanity works, oh no.
    It's worse, there's people, there's pain and there's nothing.
    It's white, It's black.
    It's up, it's down.
    Seconds pass like lifetimes.
    Minutes pass like an eternity.
    You sit alone, you wonder and think.
    About how things could have been if you ignored the voice's.
    If I ignored my voices?
    That was hard to even think about.
    Thomas, Rick, Lacey and Jake.
    All illusions of the mind, all voice's I thought.