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Sitting for hours in the corner of the dim lit room, he remembers how it was before. Before the devastation. Before his mind questioned anything and everything. The voices in his head.
I had lost myself, so I tried to look myself up in the encyclopaedia. There was nothing there but blank space, so I put it back on the shelf.
Sleepless whispers infiltrate my head. The voices that greet me as I lay in my bed. They control my body, nought but a passenger, I am, I have to watch as the voices change who I am.
#emotion #fanatical As a blink the white walls stare at me, Pulling their ugly faces. Screaming at my persona, Taking me to those places. We, together must plan against this.
Im so crazy; legally insane. Told me I gotta problem with my brain. Im so numb but I feel the pain. Like getting shoved under a racing train. Im a painter; selling a giant painting.
#youngwritershousehold Where was I. It was a crazy feeling, escaping from a world that hates you. All I did was outsmart them.
Oh how it burns through the sounds I hear. Bringing me down with a malady of fear. And now I hope things will be more clear. Else I will fall to the laughs and jeers.
@Hermione28 The clock struck one. All around you, the shadows stirred. The walls moved. You knew you weren't alone. You could feel it. Sense it. Smell it in the air.
#household She saw her face on the window pane, faded, ghostly. If she focused hard enough, she could see the outside world, frosted, dark grey and raining smoke orange leaves.
#household. In the deepest darkest depths of your mind. There's a place where you can go to nobody can find. It's depravity and evil all rolled into one. It's a pit of self-loathing second to none.
#youngwritershousehold A mirror... Some say is a portal to another dimension others say it is just a mirror.
This screaming,. In my head,. Going on,. Too long,. Crazy people,. After me,. Don't know why,. Cannot see,. There's a guy,. 'Cross the street,. Pretty sure,. Caging me,. But I figure,. If I'm hip,.
A glassy cage Within my head To trap away my thoughts Something's wrong I feel quite strange The ghosts are in cohorts A wisp of smoke A brush of air They taunt me with their touch Transparent...
#youngwritershousehold The days when he was sane, When he rocked in his chair. The musty smell of cigars, Before he was put in care. Now he still rocks, Just without a normal mind.
Latched onto the hands of time. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The clocks mock. Running to the back of my mind. Hidden behind my eyes. Sorting out the countless lies. Insanity holding my hand.
#household WARNING; Extremely Insane In Every Insanely Mad Way. Darker Then Night. Beware. Tick, tock, cuckoo clock. Time is running out. Bleeding, bleeding, breakfast feeding, Slice and dice...
#100days It beckons. I hear it gently calling me. People talk but never listen. All wrapped in their individual worlds. "Give in," it whispers softly "give in".
Part 2 Two days since Graham had buried Thorn in the garden and things were not getting any easier.
I sit in this meadow Mild and meek My mind very twisted My memory bleak My eyes blank and dusty And my cheeks, do i dare. The grass is all dead The tree's are all bare.
She was magnificent, she always had been ever since the day I saw her at my father’s funeral.
There is a quaking in my heart, A quarrel not to be quelled, I walk on my hands With my head in the clouds, As the sun does its dance For the rivers that glance, And the trees as they counsel, I...
I let the crazy woman wonder upstairs to 'her' bedroom, change 'her' clothes, before hearing 'her' scream.
"Who-who-who's there?" I asked. No answer. "Answer. Answer NOW!" A rustling of plastic bags was frail against the sharp tone of the person's voice. "Honey!" they said.
You sit upon a broken chair, Don't you move, you wouldn't dare. They tell you exactly what to do, Never know what they'll say to you.