the voices in my head are acting up again.the whispers inside of my brain are turning into shouts which make my head hurt.the things that i see are becoming blurry.i keep seeing broken knives and scattered blood.
every time he says something mean the floating knife appears and sometimes i wish i could use it.the voices laugh at me.i feel like crying but they'd mock me even more.
«i am going crazy.»i tell my image in the mirror.
it contorts and says,«you mean crazier.»
A/N:
//no idea where that come from//
YOU ARE READING
Inkables
Poesíahere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
