Voices in my head amplify the music in my ears. Destroyed my mind, yet the music seeks to help.
Alone in this battle, I fight day and night against the voices—the people that reside in my head, seeking my demise. Every day, a relentless struggle, never knowing peace.
Spikes around my neck slowly tighten; I hear my bones breaking as I bleed from every pore on my face. Pain so intense that I cannot speak; instead, my hands yearn for more.
I beg for more pain, as it’s all I’ve known for as long as my brain held knowledge. Voices became my friends, comforting me while breaking my mind.
I found solace in the turmoil as my body decays. The voices proved right as I run the blade across my wrist, marking my future with blood.
Friends I called family predict my future in hell as I check the checklist, marking my body. Family forces ‘the truth’ down my throat; instead, it chokes me on the way down.
Along with the chain, I lose all will and hope to live, bowing before the man they called heartless—the monster they created and despised.
Now I become heartless; perhaps now, I may finally be accepted in society. The devil smiles, ‘I got another one of the good ones.’