As you sit in your little room all by yourself you realize that there is something out
there waiting on you to mess up. As your mind races to figure out what it is that is out
to get you, you find out your not alone. There are some people that feel the way that
you do, for instance I have a two friends that feel that way.
Angie feels that there is always someone waiting outside her window looking in, waiting
to see what she will do or go. She trembles inside and the thought of it plagues her mind.
She hasn't been outside in two years, she depends on everyone to bring her food and the
necessities to live her life.
Heather thinks that everyone is trying to hear her thoughts, she never talks to anyone.
She doesn't even talk to me, but she doesn't have to for me to know what she wants or
what she is thinking. I've known her for along time. Her body language tells a story of how
hard her life has been, the scars and burn marks all over her body is a forever a reminder.
I feel sorry for my friends, I'm all they really have. But as our days pass by as it did the
day before, it is harder for me to see them.
Everyone asks about them now, but I have no idea how they are, like they never existed. As
I leave this place I'm reminded that everyone has it hard one way or another. I'm proud to say
that I have recovered from schizophrenia and my scars will heal.
