Every single night I lay awake, bones aching, mind racing, the voices never cease. I beg for silence but they just laugh and talk a little louder. The words impact like gun blasts, shaking me to my very core with every single syllable. Never seeing the sun, always curled up in the dark. I see a hand reaching into my darkness, this isn't normal... With every second it gets closer, bringing the light with it. But the voices, they don't like this hand. They shout, telling me it's evil! That it can only hurt me, after all you cant go any further down at the bottom. My mind races.. Do I accept? Do I reject? Suddenly, a voice breaks through from the light... It's all gonna be okay, just accept the light. But the voices inside scream, drowning out every single word until the pressure overwhelms. So many choices, so many ways to act that would make the hand and voice happy... But am I any of those people that I can fake? The voices say no... They say that who I am is naught but pain. I can only cause suffering. But the hand grabs my shoulder, shaking me, wanting to drag me out of the darkness. Do I accept? Or Do I reject?
