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K 3d
Voices all day seem to criticize like buzzing flies,
like tyrants with their wooden Fists,
and raging impulses.
they say -
stupid **** loser -
bad, horrid

and I wonder why,
why are they saying these things?
behind closed doors and in crowded hallways,
behind the fence crouched and quiet-
I am nothing to them
I'm scared of them and I wish that they were gone...
I am just nothing
The rope’s tied on the ceiling
Razors are by the tub’s side
Colourful pills inside the drawer
A loaded pistol is on the desk…
They've been there for weeks
Repeatedly calling my name
And I’m not sure if I am
Strong enough not to
Follow their voices
Hopefully they'll just go away
It spoke again,
In the dark recess of my mind,
This voice of mine,
The one I blame,
For all my crimes!
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Pieces of my heart are floating in my chest
They knock time to time the inner walls
I cleaned up for you, our love's nest,
Cleaned up the  nightmare, when you said it falls.

Voices in my head, tell me to stay
Unveil the present, unroot the past
Take all the challenges day by day
Life's short, it will run out fast.
do what you want
opinions, won't be there after
you are dead
Poetic T Oct 5
People say that
              talking to yourself

is a sign of madness....

I never talk to myself??


               I delegate

between all of them..
  

why should I take all the responsibility...
Believe me I've heard a few more than the few battering around up here
Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
I hear clear things that haven't even been said,
I see ideas that yet nobody has had.


Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
I bear the colour before people see it as red,
I feel by what people have been led.


Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
I steer my steps as the thoughts have me led,
I peer the ways that they said.


Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
Sometimes, I feel they have made me grad,
Sometimes, I fear they make me bad.


Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
For understanding, sometimes, I'm so glad,
But sometimes, I'm just sad and mad.
27.02.2019
Brad post Sep 28
This ****’s been going on,
for far too long.
It took me talking to him,
to know something was wrong.

It started as a whisper,
so quiet and weak.
I could force it to silence,
without having to speak.

Then my mind and body,
started to waste.
He started to gorge,
and fell in love with the taste.

My slow decline,
was the foothold he needed,
and his tendrils grew,
where I didn’t know they were seeded.

His control grew bigger,
till it shadowed my mind,
and the whiskey fog I was in,
had simply turned me blind.

Then one day I was through,
enough was enough.
I was going to take control,
I had to be tough.

That was the first time,
that he spoke to me,
and that “no” was enough,
to finally make me see.

I tried and I tried,
again and again,
crying through his laughter,
trying to pour him out through a pen.

He was poison,
like a cancer you see.
He was killing us both,
but everyone just blamed me.

Then one day I realized,
I couldn’t get rid of that voice.
To do that meant death,
and that wasn’t a choice.

He’s a part of me,
but disconnected too.
A bystander to the hell,
that he’s putting me through.

Now every day is a struggle,
to quiet his voice.
Trying to convince myself,
that I do have a choice.

So he’s here to stay,
the monkey on my back.
The ominous stranger,
who calls himself, Jack.
We all have that voice, some are stronger than others.
Ronin Sep 23
There is a never ending night
One that I can’t flight.
And death is raging through my veins
It’s killing me, no hope remains.
My head is overflown with pain
Telling me that I’m insane.
It’s what you used to tell me when I cried.
It’s what you used to tell me when you lied.
My blood is dripping from the blade
Opening scars that used to fade.
I hear the voices screaming once again
I hear them screaming in my head.
They are yelling when I cannot sleep
When the pain just goes too deep.
I am not insane for hearing them again.
You are, for laughing at my pain.
I should have left you when I could
Before you took away everything that was good.
But now I’m kept inside your cage
Calmly waiting for your rage.
I promise I will run away
I will escape, but not today.
Today I am too weak to fight.
Drown me until there’s no more light.
About depression and how you can't seem to ever escape it.
They ask what wrong
If only they could hear my screams
And the voice in my head
Maybe then
Maybe they could understand the way I am
And why I do what I do
And draw on my shoes
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