Paranoia

Dressed in black clothing,
With long sleeves covering my scared arms,
I move through the nights dark shadows,
Leaving but a whisper behind.

With tears running down my face,
And blood dripping from my fingertips.
I try to keep a steady pace,
And calm my quivering lips.

My make-up is running,
And my hair is sticking to my damp skin.
My nightmares have started to stalk me,
And my fears have started to crowd in.

They're in my head, saying things I don't need to hear,
I'm screaming, telling them to shut up,
But they're not listening, so more tears appear.

I'm sitting on the ground, pulling at my hair,
Rocking back and forth with paranoia.
The voices are getting closer,
And my tears are flowing stronger.

They're everywhere, watching my with their blank eyes,
I try to fight my way out,
Thrashing, screaming, yelling out for help,
But no one hears, no one wants to save me.

I'm left to drown in my world alone,
Left to die in these thoughts of my own.
The real world is but a fairytale to me,
Because this paranoia never lets me be.