She was a strange one, but one that was never strange enough.

My mind was my place. It was the only place I could be me... 

It was mine.. 

Until everyone started putting their input inside.


My mind went from happiness and sunshine to darkness.

It was officially lost.

I had no control over it.

Thats all I wanted.

I wanted control of it all.

It was mine once.

Could I make it mine again?



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