we are the ones, we have to do it
no more parents or gods taking responsibility
a common piece of advice for schizophrenics is to talk back at the voices. to tell them to shut the fuck up, at last. and honestly, it works pretty fucking well. the problem is, we aren't always so splintered. it's hard when you're wrapped in such a tight ball with no room to breathe to tell the guy with his face two inches to the right of your ass that he needs to stop thinking about it for just five minutes at least. but the truth is, it really is just you that has control over your soul.
my domain is my domain, and i have absolute power. the voices are just that- voices. ones i can silence. ones i can move, and manipulate. it's your responsibility to grab the reigns once again. a heart without someone else's dick in it. something you can call home. i've never felt as if i had a space to myself. the quiet is a chance for something to jump out and bite my ass. but not anymore.
there's no excuse to start smoking