The Echos of My Mind

These words echo in my mind. I toss back and forth shaking my head trying to rattle them out. These words were not hard to find The were spout by my friends as a joke and now they won't leave me. My head is fragmented each with its own voice that no one but me can hear and see Some people say it's my choice to feel this way. My voices yell sometimes, but other times they are soft, but they are always there. They are like and anchor in water while I try despratly to stay aloft, they pull me down to my nightmares. Some of the voices are intsults that have echoed in my brain since I first heard them, Others say I need to get over it. Some say I'm like a baby sucking it's thumb. Another says that I emit a ray to make everyone sad around me. These echoes will not stop, unless I cut them off. I found an axe and decided to chop of the part of my brain that lets me feel. To end this standoff.