Neurosis of Loneliness

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I cannot put words
On how I feel everyday.
It is like an old tape
Locked on repeat.
It is like many notebooks
Full of the same crazy sentences.
Maybe it is the end
Of everything I pretend to be.
I cannot describe all
The things there are in my head,
Because you,
Simple strangers or closest friends,
You will think I lost my mind.
Maybe I am in front of my own case,
That all the voices whispering
Between my ears and my brain
Are not going to leave me alone.
I cannot tell you,
What I see when I am on my own.
There is nothing glorious,
It is black and white,
Sometimes cold comes
With a little ball called nightmare.
Maybe the monsters are 
Not inside my skull;
Maybe I am a mad soul.

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