There are times for mindless writing such as tonight. Because that poem makes so much sense right now and it disturbs me that it does.
It gets bad when you can't smile and you can't concentrate long enough to participate in a conversation. When the noise outside contributes to the endless wails internally instead of blocking it out. And you just want to cover your ears and scream so that maybe everything will fade out.
It hurts to tell someone you love that something inside doesn't feel okay and for them to say that you should just try to ignore it. I was so scared to say it, but having it brushed off hurts more than any embarrassment that I could've anticipated. Because it doesn't go away. And it gets to a point where you'll do anything to try to block it out.
I'm not hearing any voices but my own. It tells me that something isn't right.
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