i don't know why but the voices are there to haunt me in the night eternally leaving only the thought of regression of self through the creation of fantasy to cope with reality
These voices keep telling me I don’t belong here, and I’m starting to believe them because I’m just tired of being alone and pretending everything’s fine.
I think I’m going crazy because I keep seeing faces everywhere.
I tried to forget about them, but they won’t stop following me.
I think my imagination is just a bunch of lies.