I don't feel that I actually live..My mind is a chaotic place filled with screams ,pictures, people, places, traffic, lights, feelings,emotions that go on and on and on,even tho I barely walk outside,I dont travel at all, I live in a small,quiet city. I walk outside and I try to avoid public places, mostly settling in the empty areas , a forest, a hill,a bench somwhere . Everytime I'm getting close to someone, a stranger or a friend, I feel a burst of emotions driving my mind crazy. I start to think at them who are they, then I feel their sadness, their happiness but it's like there is no being there, just those feelings making them look real to me. Whenever I see a picture of a place ,somewhere ,It's not the place or the view, but the feelings that come with. I look at that place and I start to feel like I was already there, with every man that was there,and saw that place through their eyes, feeling what they felt at that moment. I sometimes have dreams in wich I find myself in a city somewhere around the world,everything is vivid, real, . I am there but not myself, but as another person.I feel what he feels, I walk where he walks, I feel his pain, his joy, I know his friends, the tragedy that happened to him...then I start to fly and go somewhere else or the dream ends.
There are constant voices in my head, screaming ,laughing ,making me very mad,all the time. When I talk to peeps in my house, or friends, I see them but in my mind they are covered in blood, shreded to pieces,dead,I imagine myself doing it to them as the screams won't stop and I feel pleasure thinking that I would do such things to them. Yet I never harmed,physically anyone but myself, to make those feelings and voices to stop once in a while.
Sometimes I just take a knife in my hand,I look at who's next to me and I so wich to stab him ,cut him into pieces,I smile to myself feel that I can almost do it, then I just put the knife back and leave, with the voices still screaming for me to do it. And everywhere it's just pain and sadness. Feelings are like radio waves, they pass through me and they grow alive inside my mind. Its like I can't live my life because I already live the life of countless sad,dead,tortured, angry people around the world. I had my share of pills,cutting,crying, arguing all these years, doctors who diagnosticated me with schizo but I never reallytook any threatment, I don't think I want one. No way Im going to end up in a hospital , paralyzed by those drugs that makes you a vegetable. It's like I'm trapped both sides, good and bad and I can't do either. I prayed to God, then to Satan then to whoenever would listen, sometimes I feel that I get answers,sometimes I take them as coincidences but nothing else happens in my life. I just feel incredibly empty as myself, and full of everyone else's feelings and pain.
Alot more I could say about me but it's really a stranger place to do it,I don't think why I wrote that much already but where it is , maybe someone can share my experience and then I know I'm not that alone,afterall...you can feel free to make fun of me o anything,at least that would be a sign that I wrote something real that real people read and react to it.
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