I can't listen any longer, To the voices in my head. They're slowly making me insane, Making me wish I were dead..... They tell me that I'm no good, "Good for nothing", they say, They suggest that I should, Go ahead and end it all, Just to stop the pain..... I suffer the plague of existance. There are so many things I do not comprehend..... All these memories and voices, That push on with such persistance......
Reason for writing:
voices that speak of pain.........
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