The voices in my head,
Screaming at the void,
Getting louder every day.
Some applauding, others panicking
Mostly distorted and chaotic.
I have tried to listen to them,
To the wind that whispers in my ear,
The sound of everything around me
Deafening my thoughts and fears.
Yet every day, even in the numbness
Of unsure silences, the voices echo.
They get louder and louder
As if they are unheard.
And I scream, in silent reassurances,
'I am listening!' as they laugh,
'Are you, really?'
©Suranya
