They say the mentally insane hear things.
They say the mentally insane are stronger than the average human.
Physically and mentally.
These dark thoughts are starting to make it's home in the back of my mind.
No one knows.
No one knows what I've been through.
No one knows that I'm dying on the inside.
They wouldn't know because I've been locked up in this cluttered room for so, so long.
I've spent long, tiring, excruciating days filled with despair, dejection, and misery.
I can't remember the last time I smiled.
I can't remember the last time I was happy.
I've been here so long that I can't remember how to hold a guitar.
