and as the deafening silence fills the room,
the daunting voices fill my head.
they chant,
they demand,
they scream for me to hurt myself.
they tell me i am all alone.
they tell me i am not worth it.
they tell me i should end my life.
the saddest part is there is no way to turn these chilling words off;
i can only drown them out
but that only lasts for so long.
and when they come back,
they are even louder than before.
this time they don't stop until they get what they want.
but even when i do give in and hurt myself
they are still there -
just softer.
that is, until they get bored and decide to haunt me once more.
and oh, how i wish these voices had an off switch.
but unfortunately
they do not.
and i suppose that is the tragedy of mental illness.