I submit defeat. I cannot fight any longer. My anguish turns to a tremor. All I can do is hide. I’ve done so for so long, but now I am found. What can I do? I can’t run. I’m in a constant suffer. I’m tied up, locked inside my own mind. They told me they’d kill me, if that’s what it would take. They slit my wrists, not me. Please, please.. Believe me..

They were stopped, but they’re coming back. Oh, I feel so weak. I need something, anything to escape this. I’ve kept it hidden for too long. Along with myself. This is all making me dizzy. I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it..