Helpless mind
I’m standing on the edge of a cliff
Facing the unknown
Deciding whether or not to say
The fall is truly home.
Those of you that stand and judge
And tell me that I’m wrong
Then have never truly really felt
What’s it’s like to stand alone
To hear the voices in your head
And face their unnerving wrath
You can never truly escape the sound
When they go startling mad
You see the blade cut your skin
And smell the musk of blood
But all you feel is sweet relief
As if sent from above
Is this the life you chose for me?
Is this just it?
To live in such a dark hell
Somewhere in a deep abyss?
Why is all I can question
What did I ever do
Sometimes life isn’t what we did
It’s what we must go through
Take a step back
Ignore the voices
They’re wrong.
They are wrong
You are not unworthy
Stop! Don’t give in
But the voices say they’re right
How can you truly win a battle that’s in the mind
They say I’m sick
Is that just it?
A disease in my mind
What if the whole world is wrong
And I’m the only one that is right.
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