• So you want to hear
    why I'm in here?
    Heh.
    Wasn't that a funny play
    on words?
    I'm in this asylum
    because I live.
    I live because no one will put the gun to my head.
    No one will put it to my head because they're scared.
    They're scared because it's God's cruel twist
    to punish people like me,
    like this.

    He hates us all.
    Especially me.
    He sent voices to live in my head,
    boys to steal away my mommy,
    boys to break my heart,
    and a girl to take away my daddy ,
    and yell at him until I fall asleep.

    You can't see,
    the things I see.
    I see the destruction in you,
    the tears that cry you to sleep,
    or the tears you made people cry.

    The Devil sneaks into my soul
    and he makes me scream,
    and cry,
    and tries to make me die.

    But one voice
    kept me sane.
    It was the light I needed,
    after all those years in darkness,
    it showed me what was right.
    It told me what I was doing wrong.
    "You're being selfish,
    tying to kill yourself." he said.
    And I believed him.
    I fell in love again.

    But she took him from me.
    They went and lived happily ever after,
    and left me to rot,
    with this hollow shell
    that possibly once held a heart.
    But it broke,
    when I saw them together.
    And then I cried,
    I yelled,
    I screamed.
    And now I'm rambling.

    Haha!
    So they called me insane,
    when I tried to murder her,
    and told them about the voices sent
    to live in my head by God.
    I told them about Solar
    the muderess,
    Starla
    my mom,
    Scar
    my tears,
    Bubble
    the happieness that deserted me,
    and the little girl trapped inside.
    So now I am here.
    And I still don't know why.