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I wake up to hell, i listen to the screams, i hide from the shouts. i just have to get out my house. Walk to to bus stop, 15 minuets early the rain pours on my head. more and more wet i get. i have forgotern something... why go back now? 100ft down this damn road is hell, 10 minuets, i see the bully smokin a fag down the street. I sympathise the poor guy, the problems i know he chases i stand in the street 7:35am still dark. under the orange "sun" I'm a hooded angel, all broken and coverd in scars. i can't go to school crying. pull myself together, practise that smile, so fake... the cold burns my hands, i'm soaked with rainy tears. I dry my eyes, pull the warm closer. smile at the bully guy, he makes a rude remark. i smile. bitter smile. it's nothing to me. it's nothing like when the voices scream. 7:43am, the rest of the kids come down the street, sunshine bubbles, a little sleepy. Fear of the voices, i hear step back into the darkness, Wait with the sunshine i'm to good to have. 7:45am yellow lights round the bend, my fake life starts, the real one ends.