I have phantoms.
whispers that scream.
From places unseen.
For their cries out loud
cannot be stopped
Won't ever be swapped
I respond in kind
But they never listen
from my depths have risen
Words that ache my heart
Triggered by don't know what
From early enough to have forgot
I'd class them as trauma responses
But that breaks my heart more.
When they pop through an open door
They are me, being me, broken
"What is wrong with me?"
struggling where no one can see.
My own fate, is at the end of these tests
Cant fake, cant cheat, cant cram
Feel betrayed in this body I am.
Been suffering this, whatever.
since they told me it was in my head
Making my self hurt, until am dead.
Am not scared to loose my life.
It's the phantoms laughing
I was wrong, so wrong for ignoring.
My brain is doing my mind in.
as I can't deny or dismiss
This, being so remiss
sigh..
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