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Sep 2017
Shh,
Don’t talk.
Don’t make a noise.
Don’t think.

Close your eyes.
Listen.
Do you hear them?
The soft little voices in your head.
The ones that are constantly talking.
The ones that scream.
That cry.
That are never ending.
The ones that no one but you hears.

Now open your eyes.
Look around.
No one around you can hear them,
But you can.
Every word. Every sentence.
But people only think you’re crazy.
Imagine that every day.

Now go outside.
Try to ignore them.
Try to convince yourself that they’re not there
But they’ll never leave.
And you know that.
But no one else does.

Try living every day with those constant whispers.
Or screams.
The constant voices that you can’t get rid of.
The ones that drive you crazy no matter how hard you try.
Because they don’t care.
They never did. And they never will.

Now go to bed.
Get under the covers.
You might think that they’ll go away before you sleep.
No.
That’s a lie.
Now with no distractions they get louder.
Trying to convince you and convince you to do as they say.
The government is a lie.
They’re after you.
They’ve bugged your house and everything that you eat.
They’ve brainwashed you into thinking this was normal.
That everyone around you was crazy
And you’re the only one who can see the truth.
No matter how hard you press your hands against your ears,
They get louder and louder and louder.
They scream.
You close your eyes.
But they will not leave.
No, they won’t ever leave, no matter how hard you wish.

You manage to sleep, if that.
You wake up, rubbing your eyes.
And the routine starts all over again.
I give credit to my dad for the title. It's an anagram for Nash who's full name was John Nash and he was a famous mathematician who had schizophrenia.
Hannah
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Hannah  20/F
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