Wasting time talking to voices in my head.
Who would have thought,
But they know me better than myself.
They even remember what I forgot.
And I seem to remember a lot in my life,
But thoughts mixed into a single stream.
Sometimes I feel like I'm out of my mind,
And I don't know what is real.
I often feel unbearable pain,
It haunts me even in my dreams.
Its emergence is impossible to explain.
Oh, how I want to be free.

I don't know how to help myself,
But I'm good at helping others.
I don't know what else to expect.
Probably, I'm killed by my doubts.
Delight alternates with sadness.
Maybe I did something wrong?
It always feels like something might happen.
And this thought won't let me go.
Calm gives way to nerves,
It becomes impossible to live.
This has all been taking too long.
And someday I will stop to resist.
The voices in my head will turn me into a memory.