Janette.

That's my name. Janette

No parents.

No siblings.

No last name.

I am schizophrenic.

I hear voices. In my head.

You won't leave me alone.

I'm only 15. The voices have been around for as long as I can remember.

I've been to a mental hospital 12 times. It sucks.

They drive me crazy - the voices don't. Always begging for my attention, tugging at the back of the head.

I've been thinking about suicide.

Sometimes I think that's the only way to escape

Escape the world. Escape my world. Escape my mind ...
Escape the tuning.

Sometimes I feel as if they have become my world.

Ignoring them never works. Stopping it for a second, then stronger again.

It is difficult.

If you want something, you get it. If I refuse, it hurts me.

They make me stop breathing until I pass.

They make me cut my wrists and let the blood flow out until I go out of pain or blood loss.

They give me migraines.

The pain is so bad, I scream scream and murder, begging for her to stop. Don't stop until you get what you want.

You ask a lot of things. They tell me to kill-although I haven't yet.

They tell me to torture. I torture a lot of people. Most of the people I care about.

You don't let me get attached.

You don't make me love

You will not give me peace.

You don't make me happy.

There is only one thing that interests them.

One thing they live.

It's what makes you stronger.

It is what helps them thrive.

The whole world to them revolves around them.

Pain ...

Fear ...

Death ...

They all mean the same thing to them.

But what is really important, the most important thing?

What's the one thing that makes you hungry?

What's this on what they crave?






Blood....

Greetings, Rosa