I move away from there. but no. that's not the problem. seriously. it's not that. I need to move away from myself. who knows?. a place to sit? a place to get lost?. I run away from the sounds around me. my eyes? I run away from the world around me. Eminem? The way i am? Big weenie? Till i collapse? Mocking bird? Beautiful? Stan? Lose yourslef? But sorry mom.. The voices in my head. they don't stop. I can't bear it. He screams again. His voice echoes everywhere. She cries.. she hurts. do I care? The problem is ,yes, i do. It's not real anymore, not now. but, it was, wasn't it? We can't forget it, no one can save you.