Blood-covered
The voices started,
and I didn’t know what to do.
I ignored them,
and they just got louder.
Anyone else would have told me
I was going crazy—
as if I didn’t know that—
but I trusted you,
and you trusted me,
so I obeyed.
The voices helped me make a plan,
a plan that proved I was crazy,
a plan I didn’t tell you.
The plan was flawed,
and I didn’t know what to do.
Then you walked in
like a savior
as I sat covered in blood.
Anyone else would have called me
crazy, murderer, monster—
as if I didn’t know that—
and I trusted you to save me.
But you were
the voices in my head.
I may have been persuaded to be crazy,
but you were the monster who persuaded.
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