Heard them talking on the hall

While I banged my head into the wall

»That bitch in there, she’s the most psycho of them all»

I could only think desperate thougths, that I didn’t want to be like this, and god I need to stay sane now more than ever, and I do not want to die alone in here, let me out so I can die in my mothers arms, just this last time I need my mama’s arms, now more than ever, even more than as a newborn, because time is running out and this is the most terrified I’ve ever been.

«Did you see her eyes? Man, those eyes made me uncomfortable. It was like looking into the eyes of a wild animal. A man-eating beast»

I couldn’t stop the tears from those eyes. I saw it in the mirror, I knew what they ment, my eyes scared me too. But what I saw was above all fear, and maybe fear makes our eyes look wild because it’s such a primitive thing. Fear is a wild thing, at its peak. And mine went through the roof. Mine broke the borders of my sanity. I could not have lived through that shit sane.

The story that was written does not match with my experience. Their words outweighs my words. ‘Cuz I saw it with wild eyes, and they saw it with cold eyes.

Cold eyes scares me more than wild eyes ever will. I hope I never see such eyes in a face ever again.

I’d rather stare into the eyes of any wild animal, than a human that isn’t really.. Human.