losing control
It’s getting to be too much
I don’t know if i can control it
Control it for much longer
I am beginning to feel like i am walking
Through the never ending valley of shadows
And death
I feel dead
I can’t escape from it
Even in sleep
It feels like it is trying to drag me
Drag me from reality
I can feel it coming closer
Closer than ever before
Voices
That’s all i can hear whispering in my ear
Telling me that i am nothing
That i am worthless
That i am an abomination
That i am a freak
An outcast
A nobody
That no-one
Would
Notice
If
You
Just
Died
Or
If
You just disappeared
And i,
I am starting to believe them.
They buried the seed of doubt into my mind,
My mind of pandemonium.
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