in a quiet room
there's voices all around.
bouncing from the ceiling
to the floor,
surrounding the safe space
I've made alone.
I want to know what goes
on in your mind, because I'm
sick of mine.
every time I leave,
I wish I would've stayed.
quickly pushing my way through
the thin walls of this place.
there is a vast, empty space
between you and the thoughts
in my head.
lead me back to where
I thought I could be safe.
now the voices are
coating my mind like honey.