Sick beyond repair
Quick to find despair
Unprepared and perpetually scared

                                              Nobody cares…

Of free will and intent?
Impossible—Creed’s quill inquires to how sadness is sent
Minds invent what we seek to prevent

Immensely powerful
Silent yet loud as hell
Indistinguishable to the outside world

Preventable pain?

                                         Worthless piece of—

“SHUT UP!”

Only voices of malicious disdain
Vivid out and inside your brain

Then other people start to complain
Barely aware friends flee and place the blame
Deemed insane for an uncontrollable pain
Fight to get better but it’s all in vain

Why fight it? Jump in front of that train, splat-crack and your blood
                                                    can drain.

And it’s scary

                                  No, it’s not, you're just a *****.

“Woah!” I exclaim. “Don’t be so derogatory.”

                                                I’m not sorry.

Always take care of yourself
Just don’t put words in my mouth

There are already enough scheming to get out

I used to follow every echo
             bellowing beneath
the subconscious frame work

                            that where
        hanging in my empty halls..


Before I realised that within these
                    representations of hollow
                                       imitations.

Were just blank obscure nothingness's
                        swallowing me within a
                                   kaleidoscope of false
                      pretext.

And then I saw that there was no picture
          as the  frame never existed
     beneath the
              echoes just shadows of insecurity...

There’s a beast that lives inside my brain
He’s feasting away, I’m going insane

“Your existence is ugly”
SHUT UP!!!
“Your mind is too”
STOP!!!
“All you think and care about is you”

Will it ever get better?
Will this noise ever quit?
Somehow masking my torture
In laughter and wit

They say the wolf that you feed
Will be champion of the ring
Well, I feed this wolf my self-hatred
He eats like a king

Even now as I pour my heart onto page
All I hear is criticism
That voice, screaming with rage

I dream of the day
The wolf escapes from his cage