Aren't You Listening to the Sickness?

I live in a life of vulgar shouts
And vulgar screams.
I kept calling out for help,
But nothing was helping it seems.
As the days passed by
I got sicker and sicker,
Finally my skin bled,
In an attempt to end the pain quicker;
My spine shaked,
And my heart ached;
Voices whispered in my head -
But no one listened to the words that I said!
So I wrote them down,
For everyone to read,
To fill up your minds,
And act as my seed.
To give you a taste,
Of my sickness and pain -
Then maybe you'll understand,
Just why I'm "insane."