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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The voices, inside my head Screaming, while I go to bed. I shut them off with physical pain, Expecting to be sane again There’s a monster hiding behind the smile, A smile that hides it all. There’s a window to this broken soul, To which you can’t reach at all. The constant battles, with my thoughts The battles that I lost. I shut the voices with physical pain And expected to be sane again. Sitting here in a chair Whishing I could breathe the air Just like everyone else And be sane again Trying to get out of here Escaping from people’s stare Trying to be like everyone else Be sane again, sane again The voices, inside their head Screaming, while they go to bed They shut them off with physical pain, And expect to be sane again. There’s an altruist hidden behind her scars Who knows the pain of all, Tries to rescue a stranger from shattering apart Because she’s seen it all. The people, that I know Say I’m perfect and I should know They ask me why I cut my hair And changed myself completely They don’t know about the voices inside my head That scream, while I go to bed that I shut them off with physical pain Expecting to be sane again They don’t know why I’ve learned to hate my own guts Scribbling on my arm with a blade They don’t know why I still want to hurt more Wanting to die Life’s well played The voices, inside my head Screaming, while I go to bed. I shut them off with physical pain, Expecting to be sane again But now only scars remain I am sane again.
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