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 I got my diagnosis,

I thought it will be okay.

But this is pure hell.

When I go out,

nothing is the same as when I was 10.

It's scarier.

On every edge lurks something.

With the schizophrenia,

then the depression,

and suddenly it feels like I have so many disorders, that I can't count anymore.

But do I really have them?

Because,

after all,

it's easy to get lost in the underworld.