"Talking To UnHoly Ghosts"

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"Talking To Unholy Ghosts"

Let me be! My friends are my own, talking, screaming, laughing.

It seems as if they're real, they are!

You tell yourself, 'I am alright, nothing is wrong with me, I don't need to go anywhere!'

You tell yourself, there's a bunch of people out there, people who I have the potential to talk to.

But do they want to talk to me? You dizzy yourself, asking question after question, growing fatigue of the answer.

You feel like screaming

howling like a mad woman, pulsating theories through your veins, are essences of failure.

shouting like someone, who has finally figured themselves out, talking, until you found the light at the end of that long tunnel.

You finally convinced yourself, I am free!

But you're not, you're only free of the voices you hear, softly at night, telling you, 

'You're perfect, just the way you are, even if you are talking to unholy ghosts."