Day 1
Dear diary, its Taylor. I have plenty of time to write so expect me to scribble away my days. Its my first day here. Well, my first lucid day here at the psych ward. The voices just got too loud and after that everything went black. Its like i've stopped existing, it was so peaceful and quiet. All of my demons went silent for a while and so did I. I kinda wish it lasted forever...but that would mean death,right?
I feel dead inside anyway.
Everyone wishes i was dead.
Well, i know there are a couple of people who want me around still but I just cant handle the pressure.
One thing is feeling like everyone hates you, the other is when they openly tell you that over and over again.
I feel like everything is suffocating me.
Every breath i take is sharp and hard on my lungs.
I just don't know how to continue or where to go.
For years ive been helping everyone around me while incoherently screaming
"Help me too"
I saw storms coming but this time I didnt have the strenght to hide and wait for them to pass. So I got caught in one.
Maybe things will get better maybe they wont...Ill just have to stick around and see.
Love, Taylor