The Voices in My Head

Gone are the days
I was left alone
for hours on end
with the voices in my head.


And maybe that's a good thing.


But they don't stop
even in the midst of chaos.


In fact,
they are all the louder
trying to make themselves heard
over the cacophony.


They pulse in my temples,
penetrating my mind
while the world falls apart around me.


Anger courses through my veins,
hopelessness weighs heavy
and I'm powerless.


I don't know how much longer
I can pay attention to their utterances
without them taking hold of my sanity.

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