stop talking,
i wont listen,
to the horrible voice.
you cant control me.
my actions,
my choice.
just leave me alone
i shriek
writhing in pain.
by talking to me,
what do you
have to gain?
but they dont go away
towards madness
they drive
some almost kill me
some make me
feel alive
but i can no longer take it
its either them
or its me
one of us has to
and will
cease to be
Author notes
this was the best i could do with schizophrenia as a topic. It was disturbingly fun to write however, and I am a bit pleased with the outcome.
A contest entry
- voices in my head by Desired-Lucidity.
550 points, ended December 23, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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I like this a lot. I could really feel the fear that pours from this poem, and the short stanzas added to the feel for me. Liked the rhyming as well.
(In the third stanza there was a small spelling error "shriek." Easy enough to fix.)
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I like it.
just alittle shaky on the rythum but I like it alot its very nice,deep,meaningful.
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