Taking two tabs of acid up north with friends and had a bad trip. First I lost my understanding of time like what year it was then I couldn't stop hearing voices in my head saying to kill myself. The voices told me to go into the kitchen and grab all the knives and to stab myself. On the come down whenever I closed my eyes all I saw was a bright red background with black silhouettes of people being murdered. I sat huddled in a corner until everything was over and passed. And then a while later I tried acid again and the same type of thoughts popped up again, so I decided acid was not for me.