Friendly Voices

I’m sitting in a room full of old friends

Talking about memories we’ll all remember until the end

I say something but all I get is silence

They hate me!

They hate me!

The voices get violent

We’re smoking some green to forget certain things

Boys and girls breaking our hearts,

Forever bringing

us together to tear them apart

I say something again I get

A little stare

They hate me!

They hate me!

The voices start to compare

At this point I’m paranoid

Maybe from the fumes

But it’s actually so much more

I’m reading the room

I sit quietly

Laughing when something is funny

No acknowledgment

They hate me!

They hate me!

The voices aren’t calming

I start to talk myself out of all the nonsense

For years they said they never meant any conflict

Is it all in my head?

Or can I actually hear people’s conscious

Saying,

They hate me!

They hate me!

The voices I bond with

Is it my gut doing the talking

Or my anxiety commanding

Verbal warfare

I can’t tell but whenever

I’m there

I get the same feeling

I can’t shut out the voices

they’re so loud and

demeaning

They hate me!

They hate me!

But what is the meaning?!

So many questions then fill my head

The depression suspects I’d be better off dead

Just because of things these people never verbally said?

Or is it the truth I’m

A tad more

Lucid

They hate me!

They hate me!

I’m hearing their mind threats

They hate me!

They hate me!

The voices want me to end

NO! NO! GET OUT MY HEAD

NO! NO! YOU’RE JUST PRETEND

no

no

The voices say listen

YES!

YES!

End us with one decision

YES!

YES!

Love us like we’re your religion

YES!

YES!

We give you that wisdom

Keep thinking that,

Let us win

Keep thinking that,

...We...

Are your friends