I hear deep-toned voices telling me to rid the Earth of my body and soul;
I see centipedes crawling across my body as if I’m a carcass.
How can someone be talking to me when I’m alone in my room?
How can I see disturbing images, and no one around me appears disturbed?
I was told I was worthless.
I was told I was meaningless.
I feel unwanted.
I feel lifeless.
I watch people die right in front of me,
I watch creatures shift throughout the night.
I cannot find the dead bodies.
I cannot get pictures of the things I see.
An angel came to talk to me one night;
Told me to hold on.
She told me I could make it.
I don’t believe in God.
A little boy appeared in my room one night;
Sitting quietly on my nightstand.
I awoke to his voice telling me to help him.
He begged me to save him from his fears.
Is my mind playing tricks on me?
Am I awake in a nightmare?
Or am I on the verge of schizophrenia.
Help me; I’m losing control of my mind.
