Voices in my head say I'm better off dead
I try to fight them back the dark closes in
I lash out, trying to find the broken piece but I only hurt the people around me
Voices in my head tell me I should snap
I try to push the image away of red on my hands
I never would do it but I always doubt so I end up more anxious and wanting to lash out
Voices in my head won't stop there chatter
I feel I'm going crazy
I'm drowning in there words
I want to scream
I need to run
Voices get louder and my voice starts to fade
I stretch out to touch you but you flinch away
I am a fire and I burn those around
My thoughts are gasoline adding more to the wood
The voices get stronger and my flame burns brighter
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
Please...
I'm not crazy?
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Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe
PoetrySociety is a mess and my mind is in pieces. Thoughts and wonderings compiled into poems.
