"I can't take it anymore" I said "I hear the voices, I hear them scream" "What voices?" he said "There aren't any voices. Only you and I are here." I look up "The voices are too much for me." I said
Next thing I know I'm in an asylum "What are the voices saying?" they ask "They're saying everything." I whisper Then they scream and I fall to my knees and scream with them The screaming voices are my silent screams
If you read my other poem called Silent screams you might get this a bit more. Or maybe not. It just came out this way