Loud voices cry inside my head
screaming for release.
I lay quietly on my bed
as cold air settles on my feet.

The knotting in my stomach
is a sure sign,
that the voices in my head
are slowly making me unwind.

No one is there.
The silence rings it true,
but the voices in my head
are sounding what is
no longer new.

They whisper and scream
the secrets that I know,
round and round
until I give.
They are my secret foe.

No one will ever hear them and
my sanity is slowly slipping.
The last bits of my coherent mind
are very slowly chipping.