silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I'm Crazy. I've been locked up in this padded cell for what feels like an eternity. No one knows my real name, and no one cares to try. They just call me "Crazy" or throw some random number on a guard's shirt. I don't even remember my own birthday anymore. The only thing that keeps me sane is the sound of my own screams echoing through these walls. The only comfort I get is when I'm being taken out for "recreation." That's what they call it anyway. It usually involves some poor soul getting taken advantage of by the guards. But hey, at least someone gets a little bit of fun around here right? I don't have much else to look forward to other than that though.
Life was never easy for me before this place either. My mom had always been in and out of my life due to her own struggles with addiction. She'd leave me with different relatives or foster homes whenever she got too far gone. The last time I saw her, she was lying on the couch, surrounded by empty liquor bottles and used needles. That's when the social workers took me away for good. They said it wasn't safe for me to be around her anymore. Maybe they were right.
I've lost count of how long I've been here now. Time works differently inside these walls. The days blend together into one big blur of nothingness. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a number on some cold, unforg
