Darkness fuses itself in me All I hear is Distant echoes and a faint bittersweet symphony. 'Save us! You're the only one who is near.' They seemed harmless I obeyed them and let them became my biggest fear. Soon I realised There are people trapped in my head I sit by myself and watch my insides melt. They tend to grow stronger every second they often say 'All we ever wanted was to fill you with lies
Scream to your fullest,
there's no one to hear your cries.
I think I made my point clear
We lied
Look a little bit closely
We are your monsters that came to life.'
My mind is a dark room Where the silence is deafening. To there torture, I am mute Trapped in a beautiful yet ugly world of illusions I don't see reality for all I know its a pure tragedy They say reality itself is an illusion Is my life an allusion? This anxiety explodes like glass leaving behind unforgettable scars. I maybe delusional I am no perfection. I don't know when, how and what changed me. For what I believe is not reality Look past your lies its a pure tragedy.
I wrote this after reading Gena Showalter's Intertwined where the protagonist hears voices in his head. I do not know anyone with Schizophrenia, just making use of my poetic freedom