killed by schizophrenia

those voices trembling in her mind those visions she think is in front of her eyes all the noise at night wich isnt even there it's all in her head but darling she will never believe that it's just her own mind making her go insane just her own mind scaring the shit out of her she lie awake at night telling herself that it's not real but it feels like it's there she could walk over to it and feel a hand on her shoulder.... *it wasn't inside her head... they just couldn't see it they should have listened to her cause now their little darling is dead she was killed by the demons...* (c.m.h)

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