I’m sitting in a room full of old friends
Talking about memories we’ll all remember until the end
I say something but all I get is silence
They hate me!
They hate me!
The voices get violent
We’re smoking some green to forget certain things
Boys and girls breaking our hearts,
Forever bringing
us together to tear them apart
I say something again I get
A little stare
They hate me!
They hate me!
The voices start to compare
At this point I’m paranoid
Maybe from the fumes
But it’s actually so much more
I’m reading the room
I sit quietly
Laughing when something is funny
No acknowledgment
They hate me!
They hate me!
The voices aren’t calming
I start to talk myself out of all the nonsense
For years they said they never meant any conflict
Is it all in my head?
Or can I actually hear people’s conscious
Saying,
They hate me!
They hate me!
The voices I bond with
Is it my gut doing the talking
Or my anxiety commanding
Verbal warfare
I can’t tell but whenever
I’m there
I get the same feeling
I can’t shut out the voices
they’re so loud and
demeaning
They hate me!
They hate me!
But what is the meaning?!
So many questions then fill my head
The depression suspects I’d be better off dead
Just because of things these people never verbally said?
Or is it the truth I’m
A tad more
Lucid
They hate me!
They hate me!
I’m hearing their mind threats
They hate me!
They hate me!
The voices want me to end
NO! NO! GET OUT MY HEAD
NO! NO! YOU’RE JUST PRETEND
no
no
The voices say listen
YES!
YES!
End us with one decision
YES!
YES!
Love us like we’re your religion
YES!
YES!
We give you that wisdom
Keep thinking that,
Let us win
Keep thinking that,
...We...
Are your friends
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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