It all started that night when i was thrown in a cell ....
They called me insane
They told me i wasn't healthy
They told me that i needed help
But truly
I believe im a normal human being
A bit broken...traumatized.....suicidal
But hey were all different right...
We come in different shapes sizes...colors
We all have thoughts and memories
We all have different attitudes
Im just different i guess
I see the world through a different glass
I enjoyed being alone but thats only because i'd never felt
It all changed when i met him
My name is Syara and this is my story
(Sigh-yar-a)