What was that
What is it you said
Who are these voices
I hear in my head?
They tell me to run
They tell me to hide
They say they're my demons
Living inside
Feeling anxious
By the door I stand
It seems that no one
Understands
Sometimes I need
To be alone
Can't even talk
On the telephone
Panic, fear
Paranoid
Conversations
I can't avoid
I've been down
For so long
I can't get back
To where I belong
I walk, I talk
And I breathe
Cut me deep
And I will bleed
Yet, these voices
In my head
They tell me
I am dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really thought provoking