It reeked of death ,everything about it, the smell the darkness and that wasn't it, the horrid monsters the unforgettable voices i just wanted it to quit.
Did it work ,i always wanted to ask that's Vincent van Gogh ,that is when you cut off your ears did that stop them did it make them go, i wondered this every day, maybe if i cut my ears off that could take the voices away, i was often in pain, Pain inflected by myself, this is something i could not help ,that's what the voices wanted me to be tormented.
I had to be obedient, otherwise the shadows would come the ones the voices would send, if i disobeyed them my life would end.
They told me the most beautiful horrible things, they told me to cut myself to feel the pain it brings, i loved the pain i thought to myself "am I really insane", but why was my energy always drained.
They were the evilest of evil,the scariest of scary, they were in mu head and they were buried
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inside her head pt1
Short Storythis is a short poem about a girl that has a mental illness called schizoaffective which means she has hallucinations and is very bipolar
