The voices

The people

They are always in my head

The blades

The unaliving

They are always on my mind

The sleepless nights

The warning signs

They all completely ignored

They said this wouldnt last long

So whys it still going on?

I wish they knew

I wish they would see

That this isnt me

Crawling in my head

Rotting in my bed

When will my ‘teenage dream’ become real?