They all left me in the end, they were pushed away by uncommitted crimes. So I went to bedlam, my sanitarium styled sanctuary. I vanished into oblivion. I was wanted by few but, truly loved by none.
In my view I wasn't locked in for the safety of others they were locked out for mine. Nobody could get to me. No harm would come my way. The only demon I now had to deal with was the one inside my brain.
I had silence or as close as I could get. I got to be by myself alone with my words. I wasn't ridiculed for being myself. Being insane was status quo.
I was getting better, but soon i'd have to go. That's the thing about healing the reversal hope it shows.
