a thing about insanity

"what the hell are you doing!" he screamed,
"letting them out"

// and i remember sitting in those walls screaming screaming "theyre coming to get me theyre coming to hurt me theyre coming they

//
and when they ask why i sleep with a light on and why my eyes are oh-so-wide i turn my head, questioning
you cant seehearfeel them too?

do you remember leaving me in those cold white halls? i do
you dont remember the others screaming in small rooms, strapped to beds, pins and needles pushed into them to stop their demons
you dont remember my demons, either