Hell.

This must be it.

From all the descriptions,

books,

movies.

This must be it.

This must be hell.

I see monsters,

shadows,

creatures.

The're all here.

I didn't think he'll would look like this.

So normal,

so friendly,

so human.

I didn't know hell could be my room.

I didn't know hell would be so silent.

I didn't know hell could be like this.

The only thing loud,

is clearly in my head.

When ...

The hardest thing is letting go.

Especially when you still think you can save whatever the hell you're trying to save. It hurts when there is hope, but there is no actual chance.

Hope keeps us alive, at least that's what we like to tell ourselves, because the real thing keeping us alive are chances. Chances that someone is going to save us.

Hope only helps when there is a chance, it gets us t...

I knew I was insane way before this.

It started when I was 10.

Hearing those voices in the back of my head, whispering to me in the voices of my friends.

It continued when I was 12.

Thinking I saw something even when there can't be anything, because I've looked before and when I look again. Nothing.

It didn't get worse until now.

There are people.

I swear there are people and at the same t...