An Excerpt of the Voices in My Head

"Cured" by the medication, my mind goes numb Is feeling nothing better than feeling it all? Screaming in my head becomes a constant drum Do people really love me or can I not recall? They say to me that I act okay, like I'm totally fine But behind closed doors I'm crumbling So where do I draw the line? I have a list of names I want forever seared out of my head The fire can burn but I won't feel it anyway Am I scarred until I'm dead? When the ducts finally hit their peak And the tears they overflow You can call me such a freak But the lines on my thighs don't show Cuts and slices, blood on keys Call it my mental disease Flashbacks play like pictures on a film And my thoughts, they grow so dark and dim They tell me I'm strong to carry it all That I should feel proud that I remain still alive But when the weight cracks my fragile facade I'm doomed to watch everything fall One is the crying, the sadness it brings Two is the pretending, the smiles I enact Three is the screams, the echoes, the lies Four is the nightmares, that haunt me to sleep Five is the images that cause me to scream Six is the knife into my own skin Seven is the death I will ensure upon them In this life, or the next...