Moments that make up my life <br />seem to be empty <br />echoes of my own self loathing <br />plague me <br />they say I'm a fool <br /> <br />I feel the black dog barking at my door <br />persistent pain persistent voices <br />telling me I'm all wrong <br /> <br />a perfect isolation that tortures me everyday <br />the self scars upon my arm <br />remenants of pain that feels relieving <br /> <br />I speak to people, I feel detached <br />'normalcy' seems like bullshit <br /> <br />is it me or am I going mad <br />is it me or are they just full of it<br /><br />Daniel Galloway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-madness/
