The truth to mummy.
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brittnayshares
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Mommy there are voices in my head And they are rotating in dread.

The truth to mummy.

Mommy there are voices in my head

And they are rotating in dread.

They twist and turn and scratch the walls,

Sometimes I hear their silent calls.

Mommy there are voices in my head

And scary monsters under my bed.

They whisper confidence and safety

As their green face folds and twitches.

Mommy there are voices in my head and I know it's something I have never said.

But you must believe that they all want me dead. They want to stretch me and rip me to shreds.

Mommy stop the voices in my head. They are grow with each step. They are stripping me, leaving me exposed and naked. They are gripping me against the wall...

Mom why didn't you stop the voices in my head? I tried to tell you they wanted me dead. I warned you they would wilfully turn my outside red.

But you didn't listen to what I said, you just buried your head. Covered your eyes, taped your mouth and folded your ears... laid your head on your dry, warm pillow; unlike mine cold and wet.

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