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Plague
Whispers in a dark room
Trying to countdown the hours until I’m with people again
Only then do the voices subside for a few sparse moments.
Within these sinister walls I stay
Withering in pain with all the weight of these voices
How much more can I take before I go insane?
Tears slide down my sweat soaked face
The sound of the voices is clear and unbroken
They cover up my muffled attempts to speak out.
Silent arguments that warp through my mind
Leaving nothing but a blank slate in their wake
Darting to the important places in my head, wiping everything clean.
Looking at me you wouldn’t see all the faces in my head
All the voices that constantly nag at me,
Making my life a living hell.
This isn’t a condition,
This is a curse,
Because it can’t be cured by me alone.
The voices aren’t that of a different me,
But of those who say these things to me,
And they constantly replay, over and over, to make me believe their lies.
Plaguing me with their hushed tones,
Warping little pieces of my sanity,
Until there is nothing left but an empty shell of me.

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