Trigger warning. If you struggle with mental health know that help is available. Call 988 if you're in USA and reach out to the Father who is everywhere. Forgive me if this is dark.
One voice was a woman’s One was a man’s One was deep dark of genderless land They picked me apart Like psychological vultures Tearing at my heart Using my bones as foundation for sculpture The things they’d scuff and say Were critical and painted my brain black Coating my thought was afraid Could never claw my way back Back to the land of vanity and sanity For surely these voices are not in humanity They seem like a panel of consciousness Like a trilogy of reigning gods so hopeless If I ate they glared at me From a deep dark sea With eyes that seem to have teeth Red ripping at my peace The voices were real in my head Shrill and devoid of hope so dead That only thing I could beg Was let me sleep in peace instead Then there was healing medication That sent them one by one on vacation It was as if the Lord Jesus Christ Stepped in a dark room turns on light The voices like gray phantoms flee Did I have hope for this feeling For I was so sad and literally mad you know But deep down there in my somber soul God mined me creating silver and gold No longer a mute shell of ill repute Despite being smite afflicted and spooked I became a new creature a candle A light the voices couldn’t handle But first God had to break me I felt lost like God did hate me But was love now that I know That refined and mined my soul.
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