little voices, by **The Rose that Blooms from the Heart** Subscribe to rss feed for **The Rose that Blooms from the Heart**

there is this little voice
inside my head,
it tells me what to do
and what to say.
it tells me these things
and wont let me forget,
the good and the bad things
that ive done.
this voice has created
an enormus brick wall,
and has destroyed 
my true identity.
it has developed so much pain
has introdused eternal suffering.
the walls in my mind have turned white
and the voice has taken control.
it sees you and thinks you will help it,
the plan has backfired.
you start to help
but it is indeed me myself and i.
you knock down the wall
and take away the pain,
you fill the walls of my mind
with pure happiness 
and bright color.
there is the voice
both you and i see it
getting smaller and smaller.
i can no longer hear it
and will no longer listen.
you have helped me overcome 
these twists and turns of fate.
you are the one that makes me
    truly happy.
you are the one i love
my new voice,
    my best friend.
Posted: 2007-12-02 02:14:46 UTC

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