Pacing the dark hallway as the red and blue lights outside my house get closer, I can hear the sirens screaming louder than the voices in my head - I look down at my hands, red - I really killed him.. The smell of copper floods my nose faster than the tears form in my eyes. The front door slams open, yelling.. So much yelling, not just from the police, but from the voices that I can’t do anything about.. They told me to do this, I didn’t do it.


The voices are louder than the world could ever be.
I have to listen to them scream.

All day and all night, I get no break, and no sleep.
Makes you crazy, you know? Makes you feel like a creep.

Physiatrists prescribe meds, Therapists say that I'm *******.
I know I'm not crazy, just ill, and it's not my fault. I was abused.

I can scream back, and whine about it but they won't go away.
No, those ******* voices are here to stay.