My head is always howling,
so I never sleep,
I keep on listening

Listen,
To the silence of thousands
Screaming and singing a song of freedom.

Listen,
To the millions of hearts breaking
As their world is ripped apart, turned upside down.

Listen,
As someone begs for you to take their hand
And lead them away from this nightmare.

Listen,
Because the silence speaks volumes
If you care to listen close enough!

Listen,
To the voices of thousands who cannot speak up
But need someone now more than ever!

Listen,
Because maybe that is what can save a life.
Maybe that is what could have saved mine!

i. how can i create a legacy when my legs can't hold the pressure i'm given?

ii. how can i keep my eyes on the future when the sea salt tears blurring my peripheral are seeping into the centre of my vision?

iii. how can i keep my heart good and pure when nothing but **** drains into my chest through the bullet holes left in my torso?

iv. how can i love myself when i'm fed propaganda about ethereal goddess-like women that i could never match?

v. how can i create beauty when my hands are plagued with the burden of fixing what those before me broke?

vi. how can i rid my mind of these voices when they're the only company i have?

I will not lie
Every year on this very day
the more I want to die
but is the voices that keep me alive

On this day
I'm expected to be happy
as everybody wishes me
But I've always felt empty

Nothing has changed
Every year is the same
From the silence in my room
to the noises in my brain

My wish for every year
will never be different
whether or not I could be happier
Then the previous birthday

As I’m resting in bed
Restless thoughts
begin running inside my head
How can I silence all these voices inside?
I don’t.
I let them consume me
I just close my eyes
And I subside
Into the deeper world
Inside the vortex of my mind
There I can sleep
When my brain and my dream world collide
Into the deep...

I'll only believe you
if the voices in my head
let me.

All the voices
Running through
My mind, mistaken.
My thoughts feel taken.
They can’t be my own,
But yet here I lie
Writing yet another one
Trying to wind back up,
Rather than come undone.