The Voices

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People ask me all the time what my voices are like... Here you go....

Submitted: August 11, 2016

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Submitted: August 11, 2016

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The Voices

by Taea. 

What are my voices like...? W-Well umm.... It’s... Have you ever been trapped in a BOX..? That box is dark, and you have no way out. There’s no doors... No windows... It’s black... It’s dark... but you know there’s a way out... You’re just locked inside and someone threw away the key. You’re ALONE... And there’s no one there... So you sit in the center of that box, looking straight ahead... Why? Because you think that if you just look straight ahead you might see that glimmer of light that allows you to get out... But there’s never any light. The box sucks up any light... Any joy... Any happiness that enters it... like a VACUUM for every light in someone’s life... But the V O I C E S. The voices find their way out of the dark walls... They walk with PURPOSE and S U R R O U N D   Y O U without a second thought. They stand there, making the box feel smaller and tighter than it already felt... They take away your oxygen, your soul... Your will to LIVE. Every positive thought that you have... They eat at it and wipe your mind clean of it...  Any doubt that you have, they keep fueling it until it grows to SWALLOW you whole...   They make you feel like you don’t matter to anyone in the world... They make you feel so small that not even a M I C R O S C O P E will be able to see you... They just smile at you when you hurt yourself, instead of telling you to stop... They tell you to keep going until you’re bleeding in the center of that box with a razor in your hands and tears soaking your clothes... They manipulate your imagination so that things you didn’t fear... You suddenly fear more than ever... They never stop talking, they never stop putting negative thoughts in your head...  You keep FIGHTING them, clawing at that box to get out... But no matter what, they always reassure you that you will never get out... Sometimes, they dangle that KEY in front of your eyes just out of your grasp because they know that you are never getting out.... And eventually, you just lay on the floor of that small, black box and cry... Because you know that the voices are right... The voices know that you are never going to find love... The voices know that you will never be attractive to anyone... The voices know that you will never adhere to anything.... The voices know that, at the end of the day... You are NOTHING... So, they just keep screaming at you until you admit it through trembling lips as you curl into a ball of blood and tears... The voices know everything... They A L W A Y S know everything... So that’s what my voices are like... They are the SHADOWS that follow me no matter where I go... They are the dark cloud that stop my mind and heart from making smart judgments and decisions... And though they can be scary.... They are the only constant thing in my life... The only thing, along with the box and my stuffed Winnie the Pooh, that make me feel SAFE... 

 


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