When ever I make stupid decisions, I blame myself.
People say I wasn't normal to begin with.
People say I was always different.
Sometimes happy?
Sometimes sad?
Sometimes out of my head.
I can't control these voices, they tell me things.
They make me laugh,
They make me cry,
They make me mad.
Will they ever stop?
They bother me at night, laughing at me because I failed at everything in life.
"Stop!" I scream for help.
But no one can hear me.
"Help." I whimper in fear.
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