Voices

The voices they’re raging
Constantly complaining
They hurt.
The sound
It’s all far too loud.
I wish,
I wish for them to go away.
They,
They tell me terrible things.
I know,
Know that they are wrong.
Trapped,
I am trapped within this prison.
Tainted.
Haunted.
Won’t they ever let me go?
The voices are laughing,
Laughing at me.
This never ending dream
Soon became my nightmare
The voices
Are here
I can feel them everywhere.
Haunted.
 

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