Sounds of static rattle inside my head. I feel out of control until I tune in. I hear the whispers from the dark corners of my mind. I am directed by the things they say to me. Some days I do just fine, while others people would call it insanity. I test the limits of reality to find where the line truly is. The cutting is not my idea, one of the whispers told me it would be fine. They took me to see a doctor but he couldn't help me. They gave me pills, but they just wreck what I have. As long as I am on the right frequency, I can function in their world you see, but sometimes I just have to live in my own reality. I must do what the voices tell me to.