i dont talk to the voices
I SCREAM at their emptiness
i stare into their unplaced faces
strangely filled with some kind of bliss
maybe i'm one of them
tormenting, lamenting foe
no one will understand-
you think this, i know.
but they dont know the real you
they want to use you, those "friends"
but trust me, what you have to do-
you know you want to kill them

but, i turn to myself
who's the voice in who's head?
which one of us needs help-
which one wants who's friends dead?
damnit brain,
shut up,
ir i'll stab you with a q-tip!

10/28/2002

Posted on 10/28/2002
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