The True Me
Here I am again
In this white hospital room
Looking all around me
Its so quite
Where are they?
Those who loved me
I thought they did
But the voices tell me they don't
Who are these voices
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
I wish they would just stop
No I dont want to see it
Not the blood I always try to run from
The blood that I would see on my bed
After HE left my room
The blood that covered my body
After THEY left
The blood that always flowed out of the cuts on my arms
After I did it
Not the I thats in this room
But the I that follows me
Hovers behind me
Talks to me
Yells at me
Not the me I love
The me that I hate
And everyone else hates
The true me
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