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Little Voices

By tgb

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Smell of disinfectantStark white wallsClean as a whistleSeem nice, little voicesThe kind of place To have a breakA little breakEmmy’s goneHands shakeWalls fallingStop shouting, little voicesI’m cryingLittle voicesThey call, they callDepression, not meSuicide, little voicesYou’re kiddingI’m ok, life goes onLittle voices,Good for me, thanksThanks to you, little voicesThe ward, little voicesMy room, a cellMy little hell, little voicesTrapped away, windows my dayLittle voicesAloneWhere’s Emmy, little voicesPills, fuck themLittle voicesThey hold me, they make meI gag, little voicesI cry, little voicesPlease no, little voicesPlease mercy, little voices.Doped head, vision blurredLittle voicesEmmy, little voicesWhere are you, little voicesNo death, please come, little voicesTill us do it part, little voicesMy sweet, I come, little voicesMen in white, little voicesSyringe, no., little voicesCream, that’s nice, little voicesHey, they look like eggs, little voicesMy love, why, please, little voicesA hum, a bee, what’s that dial, little voicesPain, jump, scream, jolt, little voices, Emmy pleaseI like my ward, it is goodI have bed, I have foodEmmy goneWith god in heavenWhere good girls goI’m all better, where’s my TeddyNo voices, no voicesBy James A MackayToLesley Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 10:42 PM PST   0 • 10

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"Smell of disinfectantStark white wallsClean as a whistleSeem nice, little voicesThe kind of place To have a breakA little breakEmmy’s goneHands shakeWalls fallingStop shouting, little voicesI’m cryingLittle voicesThey call, they callDepression, not meSuicide, little voicesYou’re kiddingI’m ok, life goes onLittle voices,Good for me, thanksThanks to you, little voicesThe ward, little voicesMy room, a cellMy little hell, little voicesTrapped away, windows my dayLittle voicesAloneWhere’s Emmy, little voicesPills, fuck themLittle voicesThey hold me, they make meI gag, little voicesI cry, little voicesPlease no, little voicesPlease mercy, little voices.Doped head, vision blurredLittle voicesEmmy, little voicesWhere are you, little voicesNo death, please come, little voicesTill us do it part, little voicesMy sweet, I come, little voicesMen in white, little voicesSyringe, no., little voicesCream, that’s nice, little voicesHey, they look like eggs, little voicesMy love, why, please, little voicesA hum, a bee, what’s that dial, little voicesPain, jump, scream, jolt, little voices, Emmy pleaseI like my ward, it is goodI have bed, I have foodEmmy goneWith god in heavenWhere good girls goI’m all better, where’s my TeddyNo voices, no voicesBy James A MackayToLesley..."

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