Poem -

Haunted

I never really know what I feel like
All I know is Iā€™m haunted by people's words and my thoughts at night
I hear the whispers in my head
Theyā€™re driving me insane!
But you donā€™t understand because youā€™re not inside my brain
When I finally fall asleep after hours of wishing I could rip out my brain
I have nightmares and terrors because those memories are like a stain
And I canā€™t wash it out no matter how hard I try
Most days I just wish my thoughts could be mine
Not a stain of the past
A broken memory that cuts through my skin like shards of glass
I am alive but Iā€™m not living
I am screaming but you are not listening
I see the scars on my skin and I know they tell a story
But nobody reads it because itā€™s to gory
When Iā€™m sleeping I want to be awake
When Iā€™m awake I want to be sleeping
A never ending cycle of hearing my panicked breathing
I want to tear at my skin
And rip out my heart
Everybody says I look so composed
But on the insideā€¦
Iā€™m falling apart.
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Dean Kuch

"I hear the whispers in my head
Theyā€™re driving me insane!
But you donā€™t understand because youā€™re not inside my brain" ...
Oh, but I think I DO understand, dear Isabel, and probably more than you're aware of.
Nice writing--keep those creative juices flowing...
~Dean Kuch ā˜ ļø

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