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The voices in my head have grown stronger,
They taunt me, waiting for me to flip out;
And if I deny them the satisfaction any longer,
Then the head-splitting migraines begin their show.
My hand grabs the knife and slides it through my wrist with no struggle,
The eyes follow it's movements with sickening pleasure.
My soul perks up with obnoxious cognizance,
The heart beats faster, overcome with fear.
Soon after the endorphins are released,
I sit back in defeat.
You know there's no getting better,
When the body has turned against you.