They say that they want to be there for me but they never are.
When I call you and tell you that I feel sick, you think its just a little tummy ache.
But no...
It's mental sickness.
I'm to tired to do anything, all I do is let the voices inside my head consume me.
I want you to realize that and come and save me.......
........ From the demons inside my head.
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The Unspokenable Words.
Poesia*Just things that go threw my head. * things that I wish to say to people. *The unspokenable words that are never touched by living lips. ... Please vote and comment
