The Depths of Me Jan 20 2011

No one will fully understand, the personal effects of my disease. What I experience, how I feel, and the horrible things that I see. I'm trapped inside this mess called life, stuck with the visions, the sounds and the noises. Escape theres none, it follows me everywhere I go, with the constant demands of the voices. Locked down, all alone in the dark, yes, my head is screaming, "You are mine!" I am held hostage by my own insanity, to me a victim if you had to define. The many nightmares that I have, haunt me while I sleep. I hide away from the rest of the world, but my fears run too deep. Crazy I will always be, that will never change. Accepting that this is who I am, misunderstood, alone and strange.