Sometimes I thought about it, other times I didn’t but now I always do.

Sometimes I think about it too much,

When it’s silent it’s the worst.

So, I fill my ears with noise and become one with the music I listen to.

Sometimes I hate thinking about it, but other times I love it.

I hate thinking and listening to the voices swirling in my mind.

I hate that static noise.

Oh, but do I love the silence.. when I sleep and my mind falls into a deep sleep.

When my body lays still, like a feather.

But other times I can’t sit still, I hear that voice..

“Cry,” it chants, “Cry I said!”.

But deep down, I wish to.

Please, stop thinking about it.