They called me crazy so now I am bound by these white chains. This white patted room is the only this that's making me crazing right now. The whispers start saying small thing such as steal that pencil of your friend's desk. The more I didn't listen the more the whisper became louder.
They would scream and thrash inside my head waiting for me to snap. The day they told me to kill my wife was the day it all changed. Electric therapy, prison, mental institution, just anywhere where they could get rid of me. There was no need for me. The whispers are starting to get real loud and I don't know what to do. I've killed everyone at this prison. Smiling I realized that there are people reading this.
If your reading this I guess I'll drop by with a clean knife, after all they're practically begging me to kill someone right now.