Violent Trip

Violent colors swirl behind my eyes,
A thousand you's shout inside my mind,
Tripping on some miracle drug,
I hear you; your voices make me feel so dumb.
I cover my ears and try to close my eyes
To find that they are already
And my hands are only lies.
I try so hard to hate you
But for some reason I cant seem too.
The more I try,
The harder I find
It is to hide,
From all these feelings I have inside.
I hate what's in me,
This horrid torrent of agony.
And how can I hope to ever get over you,
When every time I close my eyes,
Your face just appears there in my mind?