The voice in my head
Is a cruel monster
Ripping away at my brain
And filling the open wounds with horrible thoughts
As the wounds heal
I can hear his voice
Screaming out to me
Telling me murderous thoughts
When will this stop?
The pain, agony and brutality
I have no one here to help me
Because no one dares to reach their arm out
And pull me from the fires of hell
So here I am
Fighting my own battles
Day in and day out
Hoping I come out alive
When will I be okay again?
When will he leave my head?
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
The voice in my head
Is a cruel monster
Ripping away at my brain
And filling the open wounds with horrible thoughts
As the wounds heal
I can hear his voice
Screaming out to me
Telling me murderous thoughts
When will this stop?
The pain, agony and brutality
I have no one here to help me
Because no one dares to reach their arm out
And pull me from the fires of hell
So here I am
Fighting my own battles
Day in and day out
Hoping I come out alive
When will I be okay again?
When will he leave my head?
What is happening is beyond me, but I hope I make it out okay.
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