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)