This sickness is screaming on the inside of me and when I scream back it doesn't listen, it just tells me what to do. Pull away. Some nights I am powerless to the repetitive knives dropping into my heart like coins into a jar. Memories are dragging my present into a painful(more) future.
I want to give up. And the voices scream louder and when I speak up for myself all I hear is their angry demands because I am disconnecting until I will no longer exist.
If someone succeeds in being alone, their presence is no longer known.
I wish it could have been different but I hear the commands again.
Sit down and shut your mouth. (less)