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breat(H)ing. in out in.
can't think straight.
trapp(E)d!
no escape, b(L)ack walls do block me!
envelo(P)e (M)y mind.
little by littl(E) my dwindl(I)ng mind
de(C)ays and slowly rots (A)way.
dementia, schizophre(N)ic, men(T)al.
clinically insan(E).
stop! (S)top! do not (C)ome ne(A)r me!
im(P)oster! no fri(E)nd to me!
my (M)edications are not required!
wh(Y) do you do thi(S) to me?!
i am san(E)! not crazy, no drugs, just me!
sma(L)l me.
Insigni(F)icant
Trapped
Me
can't think straight.
trapp(E)d!
no escape, b(L)ack walls do block me!
envelo(P)e (M)y mind.
little by littl(E) my dwindl(I)ng mind
de(C)ays and slowly rots (A)way.
clinically insan(E).
stop! (S)top! do not (C)ome ne(A)r me!
im(P)oster! no fri(E)nd to me!
my (M)edications are not required!
wh(Y) do you do thi(S) to me?!
i am san(E)! not crazy, no drugs, just me!
sma(L)l me.
Insigni(F)icant
Trapped
Me
Literature
Insanity.
Running up and down the halls,
Never looking back but never looking forward.
Screaming, crawling, clawing,
The worst case they have seen yet.
The voices in my head,
The writing on the wall.
It's enough to make you scream,
It's enough to make you weep.
Crawling on the walls,
Scribbling blood on the floor.
Spelling out the voices in your head,
Insane, you're all Insane.
Come and join this fun filled house,
We welcome you and your guests.
The sane are not welcome,
But the insane, well....you're already dead.
Literature
Insanity
Can you hear that?
Those voices -
Those demonic, frightening voices
Dull vibrations, static noise
Clear as misty fields in the dead of winter
Screams so loud they may shatter my skull
With their deadly bassline
Can you see them?
Why can't you see them??
Distorted faces, rotting flesh
Pitch black eyes and gaping wounds
Hidden in a corner; fetal position
"Our Father who art in heaven -
Hail Mary, full of grace."
It isn't real
This can't be real!
Futile reassurance lull me to sleep
Grasp my wrist and paint a perfect picture
Agonizing howls ring out into the night
Left with the scars of their mutilation
Silence falls as the knife hits the floo
Literature
Believe In Me?
Please believe in me.
I know you don't want to,
but I need you to.
I am so weak and things look so bleak!
My wings have skipped a beat!
Am I out of dust?
No, maybe if there was just a shred of belief...
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help me I cant escape myself (the hidden message innit)