under duress ·
18 January 08

I tell them what I think. I tell them what I feel. They tell me it’s bad. They tell me I need to go away. I tell them I don’t want to. They tell me if I don’t, they will call upon the mental health act and force me to go to hospital. I back down. I tell them ok. I tell them I won’t resist. They say good. They say get ready.

I should have killed them when I had the chance.