The time is coming.

The walls are closing in on me.

The screams and tears inside me are striving to get out.

I’m trying to smother them; to smother me.

Make me stop feeling.

How can you stop emotions?

Have you got any ideas where the switch might be?

I’m overwhelmed.

So overwhelmed, I could burst.

Yet, I can sleep at night.

Like sleep is the only refuge I have.Image

It’s not nightmare-proof though.

There we go again.


Go away.

Go live in somebody else’s body, mind and soul; not mine.

I want to be a robot.

Act as programmed.

Be the perfect person.

Perfect wife, daughter, mother, sister.

But I can’t.

I’m human; only human and far from perfect.

I’m disillusioned and hurt.

I can’t heal my wounds.

I can’t heal myself.

I can’t do anything actually.

I just exist.

Sometimes the silence is deafening.

I only hear the voices in my head.

They’re making so much noise, I can’t stand it!

Then nothing; emptiness; void.

Who am I? What do I want?

Have I ever known? Will I ever….