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Voices in my head

they don’t heed to me anymore

have a life of their own

and me as a slave

critique everything I do

fight over each small detail

perspectives and bitter hurt

and they keep it alive

keep rambling

keep mumbling

keep ranting

For a second all is silent

and then the racket returns

YOU ARE A LOSER

WILL ALWAYS BE TAKEN FOR RIDE

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE

THINK ABOUT YOURSELF MAN

THE GUILT YOU FEEL IS YOUR UNDOING

I AM SO SORRY MAN

I WISH I COULD CHANGE PAST

I WISH I CAN CHANGE PRESENT

I WANT TO BREAK FREE NOW

NOBODY OWNS YOU

NOBODY CARES

THERE IS NO LOVE HERE

THERE IS NO PEACE TO BE HAD

LET GO LET GO LET GO

BULLET THROUGH HEAD

WHY FIGHT, FOR WHAT FOR WHOM

IT IS OVER MAN, WHEN WILL YOU NOTICE

BE A MAN AND TAKE CONTROL

YOU CAN DO BETTER

YOU DESERVE BETTER

I DON’T BELONG

I DON’T BELIEVE

I FEEL LONELY

THINK POSITIVE

THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO THINK

CIRCLES, YOU GO IN CIRCLES

YOU BET ON WRONG PEOPLE

I WANT TO DIE

I WANT SOME PEACE

YEAH RIGHT, YOU COWARD

YOU BLOODY NO GOOD PIECE OF WRETCH

WHY DON’T YOU JUST DIE

close my eyes

try to usher in some sanity

try to think something good and warm

and all I hit is a blank

blank as a desert

blank as the void that fills cosmos

blank as my life has become

blank as the mind wants to feel

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One feels the angst of the poet and wishes that the clouds would burst and the sun would shine down on him. The Pathos touches ones heart.

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