Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Are you ok? What's wrong with you? Are you psychotic?!! It seems I'm asked these same questions everyday. Over and over. I learned to block out the sound of their droning voices, but sometimes they break through my walls of solitude and when they do I question myself at every turn. Every step. I feel broken and hollow. Hurt by the images that play in my head seemingly on repeat. No one understands the sweet seductive voices in my head. They became my friends. My comfort. Even though I know their not real, I love them all the same. I love the dark dusty corners of my mind. It's quite here, and sometimes if you listen closely, you can hear the screams of agony coming from inside my head. You can hear just how insane I really am. And it's not like I can just be outwardly insane and depressed like my inner thoughts. No. I have to hide behind this mask, behind this smile and pretend to be something I'm not. Because if anyone found out what I really am I'd chase away the few people I have left, and that would destroy me. So if you ever meet me, look deep into my eyes. There you'll find what I most want to hide. There you'll find a broken girl with a hollowed mind, and if you give her a knife she may just die.