My diary for every night I hear them every night since I was little since I had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia. The devils I see them.
8/13/13-But they have been there for so long before this day. All I have done in life was their choices. Their voices loud voices sad angry voices. Sometimes relaxing voices. They don't like people. They're screaming every night. Louder than a bird screeching. I'm scared I'm scared I am SCAred they started screaming now. Im crying now. Help me. They look like devils big devils scars and FIRE. Fire surrounding and burning. They stopped screaming. They will be back though. I didn't like that I didn't like thinking that memories mad and sad please be silent. I am mad about nothing and feel like I should be though. I am writing this and loosing my hope in getting better, let them stay stay no shut up shut up SHUt up. They are only silent when I bring up past love now. They feed and stay dead quiet silent only silent. Watching from across the room. Kill it kill them scream scream yelling throwing things over and over non stopping insanity laughing seeing them their huge they over look me down on me taking over body possessed in the mind and sight. Never ending never stopping.
Let me stay like this.
Make them leave.
Let them stay. No no no no. Shut up just shut up. -Max W. Jackson
