Crazy
Crazy, that's what everyone calls me, crazy. Crazy for loving him, crazy for loving her. Crazy for killing them, but what they do not realize is the pain that those loved ones caused me. The suffering that they made me endure. Shut in my room, no food, no water, and sleep my only escape. A knife was all I had, the only thing keeping me sane. The holes in the wall trying to look like the holes in my heart. Love, if only I had that, maybe I wouldn’t have been Crazy. Stuck in an orange jumpsuit, behind bars for the rest of my life. No one will listen to my story, the true story, not the one that ends in a happy ending, but a knife. Blood covering the vibrant orange as I stand and smile at the words that are covering the walls. “If no one will listen to the truth, then keep it, and know that what you did was for you, and not for anyone else’s, only from your escape will true freedom come.” Life was good, but now I will be free, and nobody will be there to judge me. I stepped off the box with one
