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schitzo
Contributed by
desolantdreamer
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Friday, 6th February 2009 @ 02:56:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
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In my head the pain is real
The voices whisper and mumble
Their words are unintelligable
My brain is throbbing it hurts so bad
I can feel them, their hands on my arms
They make my flesh crawl
My breath hitch, my hair stand on end
I feel like I'm drowning, yet there's no water
My mind is swarming, I hear them
Yet no words I can make out
I'm chocking on the darkness
Wrapping itself around my throat
Strangling me in the night
The medication is supposed to help
But it just numbs my whole person
I can't feel, can't think
I'm a machine, a puppet
For me I have a choice, a painful one
Feel fear and pain
Or nothing at all
Hear my thoughts and the mumblings of voices not my own
Or hear nothing, think nothing
I'm trapped in the darkness
Lost in a sea of dispair
Alone in an ocean of ghosts
Will there ever be a cure?
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Re: schitzo
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by emystar on
Friday, 6th February 2009 @ 03:29:06 AM AEST
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Very sad but great writing.
I take zooloft and it works for me but it took years for them to find the right meds for me.
huggs, blessings, prayer,
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