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Voices.
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Miscellaneous They drag me from reality.
Pressing against the inside of my head.
Blocking out all other sound.
They scream out commands.
They urge me not to fight them.
I feel they may not be what I need.
But they eliminate right and wrong.
Theirs is my voice of reasons.
My head pounds. My ears ring.
My nose bleeds. My palms sting.
I want to scream and cry.
To curl in a ball and writhe in pain.
Hands pressed to my ears.
as if that will keep them out.
But they are a product of my crazyness.
they will not go away.
they consume me
swallow me hold
making my own voice a whisper...
Help me.....
I know that feel. idk bout
I know that feel. idk bout Goth though. hope it gets better.
This has nothing to do with
This has nothing to do with me. I mean i dont hear voices and stuff! i just know some people feel that way
dammit. lookin like a fool
dammit. lookin like a fool with my pants on the ground.
hilarious! by the way i read
hilarious! by the way i read some of your poems... theyre good!
nah. they're awful. I think.
nah. they're awful. I think. I dont know. Please, for the love of all that is beautiful tell me if they're bad.