What is going on.
Am I going mad?
I hear this voice.
It is telling me to go.
But where?
I can’t obey it.
I don’t want to stray far.
But I’m told to trust it.
How can I?
Many people have, but
They have been hurt.
It is killing me.
This constant voice.
Telling me to run.
I cant.
I cant.
I cant.
I would like to.
But there is too much to leave behind.
This voice could kill you.
Bring you to the point of destruction.
Just think.
No worries.
No voice.
No hatred.
Just peace.
This is the problem.
Our surroundings.
We are hopeless.
And broken.
We are in search of a need.
There is none.
So that’s why there is the voice.
That deadly voice.
It’ll cut you until you can’t take it no more.
This will happen one day.
Unless you listen to the voice.
Don’t listen to its lies.
Its putdowns
And it’s hurt.
Listen to yourself.
Be true to you.
Believe that you are great.
And don’t let the voice hurt you.
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