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Escaping sanity, the voices, myself.

Unable to grip my thoughts,

Trapped by cobwebs of illusion,

With tainted thoughts, and tainted blood,

I scream.

Only hearing the ringing now,

The echoes of reality that escape my mind,

Cornered by fear,

I cry.

Too paranoid to relax in this bittersweet illusion,

I can’t escape.

Suffocating, my brain pulsates rhythmatically, while my limbs quiver.

Throbbing in pain now, I cry.

As I rock back and forth.

My limbs bleed with guilt and pain,

Unable to breathe, I suffocate in my own self-hate.

I feel utterly alone.

Only the voices that haunt me can help me now.