These things. These things that haunt me in my prison of a room. Feeling as if there is no way out. Here i am sitting alone and these things continue to haunt me. My brother told me about this before he was committed. He told me it never stops. It never stops. He’s dead now, and I’m next because they just won’t stop. Covering my eyes doesn’t help because they’re already in my mind. They’ve been in my mind. They live, they eat, they fuck,all inside my mind. i was so safe though, so cautious so they wouldn’t come after me, like they did to my brother, but there’s only so long that you can keep something up to perfection. i slipped up and they took advantage, and here i am now, in this situation.
These Things. These things that haunt my prison of a mind. Before my brother died he told me there was something seriously wrong with me. they must have taken control of my body, i didn’t want to kill him. And here i am, in this padded hell hole, with no way out. It never stops…