they heard voices i wondered i heard voices too but then I realized the voice was only my own I had let this hate eat my flesh tear my veins swelled my heart till it was too large to feel warmth again
i wasn't a monster no I was me the girl with the nervous hands timid voice nothing changed only the depths of my dreams
and the catch was no one in my view of sight wanted to be my hook leap in be my warrior
and tonight with my inner voice telling me things embarking them in my brain I know everything is uncertain tomorrow I can only dream
is this even a poem? hah, i literally do not know if this makes any sense whatsoever. I might fix it tomorrow :)