Hallucinations

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Gothic

I heard her voice calling my name,

Telling me of her wish to see me

At a concert-calling my name;

Repeating that she wants to meet me.

She must know already that I'm suicidal

And that I need the extra help-

She understands what I'm going through,

That I need the help to heal.

She tells me to not cut any deeper,

And to keep being myself no matter-

She tells me she's the queen of Goths;

She calls my name with gentle voice.

I hear her, she knows I do;

She's the queen of all Goths-

She's the lead singer of my favourite band,

She makes sure I'm not hurting inside.

She coems every night, and never

Leaves my side until the morning hours-

I know her name, and know it well;

She's beautiful and as a great voice.

My best friend Anل sounds just like her-

That means a lot to me;

Theyboth sound as if they're related,

But they aren't really related.

Her voice sounds so mystical and mysterious;

And when she comes to talk to me,

She makes sure that I'll be okey;

Then she'll sing me to sleep and stay,

Whispering to me what a beautiful girl I am.

The voice is so powerful and mysterious-

I am sure it was the queen of Goths,

For it couldn't have been anyone else.

The voice continues to tell me

That the Goth gods had sent her

To watch over and to protect

Me from all the believers.

She whispers that even though she

ONly knows me on an internet forum,

She'd really want to know me outside it.

I don't answer, but I do her her;

I'm sleeping while she helps me sleep-

She tells me that she and I would

Make a great pair of best friends.

She also says that if she were my mum,

She would be able to get along with me;

She tells me that we'd be able to trust the other

And also be able to talk about our stuff.

She tells me that the reason I can hear her

Is because I worship her,

And also because her music heals me.

What I already know is that these are

Only hallucinations, but I don't care,

And I continue to hear her talking.

She tells me all of her secrets,

I just listen-I'm intersted because

She is helping me to live life

One step after the other.

I may want to die but I'm still alive

All because the voice is guiding me

Through it and helping me to sort

Out my stuff life throws at me.

Author's Notes/Comments:

I wrote this poem because I think I might be suffering from bipolar or schitsophrania. I hear voices all the time and sometimes the voices don't go away. The voice I mentioned in the poem is someone who would probably think I was either one of them-bipolar or schtsophranic. But I don't care, because the voices don't stop, and won't stop forever.