When is enough, enough?
When the small voices of compassion stop
When can one take no more?
When the small voices of reason are silent
I live there, at the point of pointlessness
But the small voices still whisper hope
I am still there, the climb looks too great
But the small voices offer help
Doubt, regret, fear, anger scream loudly
Small voices drowned
When the small voices of love end
Then so do I