Insanity

I need someone...

Tammy pov

Dark...

That's all I ever fucking see... The mind breaking, breath taking, shit covered Darkness.

That's all I'll ever see in my life...

I want something...I need something

I want someone... I need someone

I want something... My life back...

I've been in this asylum for 7 fucking life taking year. Nothing comes. Nothing goes.

And if wasn't for that Shithead Mark, it wouldn't be this way. I was so close, yet so far. My life as a criminal was something I've been avoiding. I mean, what other option did I have? My husband, or "ex" dumped me for some YouTuber guy named Markiplier. He took custody of my children, he took my house. He left me for dead on the street with nothing but a pack of ham and my clothes. Not to mention my... Our money. We were doing so great until he started that YouTube thing. He hasn't been my Jackaboy ever since.
I want to die on my puddle of sweat and tears. I want to cut my self raw until my skin oozes out every ounce of blood I have on my body. I want a rope to hug my neck so furiously that my head pops out. I want to swim in the deepest ocean and fill my lungs with water so I can lay in the sand in peace. I want to jump so high up from above that my whole body flattens out my soul. But sadly, I can never get what I want.
Its been seven years since I've made human interaction. The last time I've saw a human before was in court, where they sentenced me guilty for criminal charges such as murder, vandalism, stealing, kidnapping, and for rape. Many people believe that woman such as myself don't rape because we are feminine, but its possible for woman to rape men, its just not a well known story yet. Last time I saw a human was when they were taking me to a "special" cell, where "bad girls" rot until we pass and rot somewhere else.

My life is shit. I want a new one. I have nothing... I have nothing... I have no one...

I want something... I need something...

I want someone... I need someone...

Jack was my everything. I treated him like my everything. We use to hold each others hands until are hands were purple. We use to kiss each other and complement each other on our looks. We used to get drunk and make love at five in the morning. We use to take care of our kids like a normal family. We use to look at each others eyes and tell each other what we see in them. We use to argue then forgive each other with hugs and kisses. We use to...
My cell never gets light. It reminds me of my soul, and how dirty it is from murdering people who bothered me. I tuck my head in between my knees and cry, knowing this is my life now. This is were I'll live, this is where I'll breath, this is were I grow old, and this is were I'll die. My mind is telling me to find ways to end my life, but they stripped me of everything, there is no way to end my self. I tried clawing my self to death, but I only left red marks. I tried strangling myself, but I'm so weak from not enough nutrition. I try to hold my breath and pass out, but I wake up to find out that when I pass out, my lungs start to function again. I have nothing.

I want something... I need something...

I want someone... I need someone...

I need someone...