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Creepy poem of my mind. |
But I cannot say... Are these really voices? My head spins... Ideas of terrifying things enter... Not me, I know this much. I don't want these thoughts! I cannot say if they are voices Maybe I'll understand one day... What is causing this? Why can't I think clearly Without telling myself to do something I truly don't want to do? When will I learn? Is there something wrong with me? I just want some normalcy But I keep telling myself Falso truths or commands Unlike who I am Am I really hearing voices? But they are me... and also not me... Then I hate myself, Something I never wanted I never wanted this... Whatever it is. Why can't I think clearly Without telling myself to do something I truly don't want to do? The lies are going to build Why can't I be completely honest? Or can I be honest without feeling So guilty without reason? Everytime I say I think I hear voices In my head... My mind hurts from this Can't I be at least slightly normal? Why can't I think clearly Without telling myself to do something I truly don't want to do? Why can't I see what's causing All the pain I feel? Love, hate, pain, lies, Death, sanity, blood, Happy, anger... Why can't I think clearly Without telling myself to do something I truly don't want to do? I scratch the words on My arm again... And the voices arise once more... |