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[aid] => mick
[title] => All The Evil Voices
[time] => 2004-03-04 20:01:15
[hometext] => Yes.... do what the voices tell you....
[bodytext] => Feel all this pain? I would rather die! It’s so torturous just to be alive; just to think and walk and breath. Why does the world hate me so? The anger is eating away at me. The scars on my arms are itching again, for the agony and darkness is trying to escape. I sit here alone, pitifully trying to escape the evil screaming voices inside my head. They tell me that I’m worthless, that I don’t belong. They tell me I’m stupid, they tell me that I’m crazy. They tell me I only hurt people by being alive. I tell them to leave me alone, I try to bang them out of my head. I try to sing, just so I don’t have to hear them. I sit rocking on the ground, arms wrapped around my knees. I cry because I can’t escape them, This only makes them laugh harder. They tell me that I’m weak, they tell me no one loves me. I start to listen to the voices perhaps they’re right... Perhaps they’ve been telling me the truth all this time... The voices tell me to do things, I still hate them, but I trust them now. They tell me to murder people, they tell me to do them harm. So far I haven’t been caught. The voices are a part of me now, they are my only friends, and they kind of scare me. They tell me to break things, they tell me to hide. They tell me people are evil and are out to get me. Then they tell me to take the orange bottle on my shelf. They tell me that what’s inside will take away my pain. They tell me to pour the contents into my hand. Then to take the alcohol to swallow all the pills. I trust the voices now, I don’t want them to get angry and hurt me again, as they always threaten to do. I do what they say, I take every one. I get really dizzy. I feel really sick. The feeling doesn’t last long, for I fall & crumple on the floor. I am free of the voices now. I feel no more pain. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 334 [topic] => 13 [informant] => WorthlesSanity666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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