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This bounds me to my life.

It tells a story.

One most people don't want to hear but they will listen

for if they don't they have no choice but to learn.

It tells a story of what most people call mental illness.

What I call a living hell.

You can't understand what it's like to wake up and take pills to grip reality.

To not be able to tell the difference fact and fiction.

Not able to trust anything for they will tell you stories.

Lies that have no limits.

It's like being in a tunnel with thousands of screaming voices and cries.

Voices calling out with no faces.

Fellings of fear, happiness, pain, anger and sorrow.

Reactions to things that have and never will happen.

Laughter, hideous, laughter.

Dreams that never seem to end.

Days that run together, nights that never come to an end.

Everybody's out to get you.

Nobody dare love you.

You're nothing.

These are the things they will tell you.

They tell you life is a waste of time.

They tell you there is no point.

Am I crazy or are they just 悪の