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The phone rings

There is no answer

I’m sitting in the corner

Crying

Pulling out my hair

Wanting to die

I’m cutting my skin

The phone still rings

Each sound like a drill through my brain.

 

With each stabbing sound my madness grows

Louder and louder

Until I can take no more

And the noise is throbbing inside my head

I’m blank to all but the fucking noise

Penetrating and raping my brain

But just before I go insane

It all stops

Dead.

 

By Gemma Lansdowne