Oh, if only you could hear the loud voices in my brain.
The volume of the expletives would deafen all who bleed.
Fair warning, every syllable you’d hear would be profane.
Every insult rips apart my nerves, each and every grain,
So that they may plant weeds containing venom in each seed.
Oh, if only you could hear the loud voices in my brain.
With all the damage done to my confidence, I sustain
Many fractures. A large cranial cast is what I need.
Fair warning, every syllable you’d hear would be profane.
Outside of each ear, a little self-respect will be drained.
Rage and hatred possesses my soul every time I breathe.
Oh, if only you could hear the loud voices in my brain.
I assure you that these taunts are not something that I feign.
Words cannot express the desire to watch them recede.
Fair warning, every syllable you’d hear would be profane.
Every day and little by little, I grow more insane,
All of the tears that I hold back will storm down, guaranteed.
Oh, if only you could hear the loud voices in my brain.
Fair warning, every syllable you’d hear would be profane.
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