The Voices
I Have the memories and voices of the dead in my head. Nothing in my mind is my own, It’s all theirs. Why? If they are dead why do they haunt me? Why me? I’m nothing special, But yet when I close my eyes, There they are. They’re driving me insane, I can’t sleep, Eat, Or dream without them being there. I WANT TO BE MYSELF AGAIN, If I was ever an individual to being with. I no longer know who I am, Or what the spirits in my head, Want from me. All I know is that I want them out. They have caused me to question myself, Again and again, And for what? That’s all I want to know. What the hell do these voices want for me? My soul, My heart, My passion, My drive, My mind, Or maybe my help. But what ever they want, They better tell me or GET THE HELL OUT OF MY MIND! AND STAY OUT! Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 01:35 AM PST 0 • 18 • 10
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"I Have the memories and voices of the dead in my head...."