I'm not alive. I suffer over and over, reliving my death.
  Im not in heaven or in hell. Though i feel as though both are intertwined.
  The feelings are gone. The voices are back. My insanity is rising as i try to keep it from reaching its peak of existence.
  They're pushing me to the max and i let them. I could stop the voices but they are apart of me and i can't cut them out of my life.
  And so, i will keep them there hoping to hear my conscience once again.