Voices
The voices that
surround me
tell me I'm
going crazy.
The voices that live
inside of me
tell me I've
already gone insane.
The voice that
is my conscious
holds on to reality,
but it's grip falters,
and slowly I let
my psychotic mind
enfold me.
I heed the voices
I hear,
whether right or not.
I cannot resist
the pushing,
pulling
voices.
Although I
struggle to
hold on,
the voices take me
and leave me
all alone,
drowning in
an ever
cruel world.