I feel like i'm insane,
i don't know what to say,
its the voice talking. He calls my name.
He knows how i think, he can control everything, he won't even let me blink, i'm a puppet, and he holds the strings. He uses my arms, he does the deed. He's the one who harms, and he always succeeds.
He is the one who tells me to kill, he keeps telling me how he enjoys the thrill, and he always says if i won't will, He will make sure my own blood will spill.
I have to bleed a bucket full, rate it M for Mature.
Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range. Not in the chest, so don't need a vest. Once you hear of my death, it means the voice has been layed to rest. I succeeded his psychopath test, now i know, i feel even more depressed. And the voice won't stop all the threats, i feel like i'm possessed. He talks to me, and i talk to him, he tells me i should go swimming, but i can't swim. He said he knew a boy called Ben, he couldn't swim too, then he said Ben was alive, but that wasn't true. Or this boy Jeff, he said he was known for his friendly laugh. But he laughed on the voice's behalf, he made him a crazy psychopath. Now the is the voice attacking me, i try to help but we just disagree. He forces me to do these things, once he starts it, my pain begins. He tells me these things, oh the brutality. Every day, i question my mentality. "Its a split personality" is what people say.
But i feel...like i'm going insane.
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