I feel the echoes again they come,
my beating heart a heavy drum,
It's hard to make myself think,
when my shadows push me to the brink,

the darkness encompasses me,
In the light I'd rather be,
instead I'm choking in the thick black smoke,
voices laughing as if its a joke,

All I feel is pain and hate,
The girl now foe used to be a mate,
She's been stalking me for a long time,
so much so my thoughts are no longer mine,

she stole my pride, joy and my dreams,
stole my essence it would seem,
what is real and what is illusion,
Am I simply believing delusion,

I am alone and will always be,
If people would think I'm crazy,
I thought that long ago,
when I was lowest of the low,

But true friends stay right by your side,
Till your almost normal and full of pride,
I want burning hope to be relit,
I hope you can still remember it.

The voices laugh loud and clear,
only echoes through my ear,
They linger long but cant be heard,
Only I can hear their word

Every day I feel half dead,
With disturbing laughter reverberating through my head,
I feel lost, alone and scared
But fear the most to be mentally impaired,

My judgement was so sure,
what was happening was so much more,
They watched me day and night,
Till I could no longer face the fight,

I thought they could tell what I was thinking,
a sure fire way to make your stomach feel like it's sinking,
privacy a long lost dream,
but is everything as it would seem?

Uncertainty brimming in my mind,
the answer to my question I will never find,
Full of hate, voices and of fear,
Surely I cant be the only one that can hear,

I once was lost but now I'm found,
no voices here, a pleasant sound,
I hope you all find your hope,
Try to win or try to cope,

The past is hard but we will flourish,
all we need is strength and courage,
I want to make you win the war,
and feel that the pain that is no more.

Don't come over.
I've gone into Psychosis & shan't wake up.
I don't how long I'll be
But it is not your face I want to think of.
I swear this is not game nor reverse psychology!
As I shout hysterically at the moon
Who betrayed the sun for its perpetuating fear of noir.
A shadow will write a prescription for all to be well.
I'll take it twice a day, medicating this soul
rambling to be let out of its cage.