Shut up.
Shut up.
The voices get louder.
A million people that do not exist outside of my head.
They tell me things.
They make me do things.
I have no way to fight them.
I can’t get a single word in.
It doesn’t matter anyways.
I may win the battle, but in the end, they always win the war.
They were so awful to me,
And yet
They seemed to care.
They manipulated,
Twisted,
Hurt,
And destroyed me.
And yet I can't
Seem to let them go.
Even knowing
How badly they could
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
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