I realize that it'll never be the same as before. There's no "you" anymore, instead there's "the other one" in whose reality me is not me no more. I fall asleep but here again I have to follow you, shaking and frightened I'm looking into your eyes, and you're looking inside me and speaking what is put into your head likely from the outside. And we're alone, no one came to help. And I take all the responsibility for your health from now on, and I only hope that haloperidol will bring your Self back, and things will be the same as before. But all the circumstances and the doctor tell it won't. I don't wanna go home where I'll be alone, I only want us to be together in the same reality.
I'll never get scared again.