Sometimes, there are things we don’t see. Sometimes, we see things that aren’t actually there. Sometimes, we hear voices that aren’t real. Or are they real? Who says that the things we hear but don’t see, aren’t really there.
Why do I always hear these voices? Are they real? Are they fake? Are they all in my head? All I know is that no one else hears them. Or maybe they do hear them? I don’t know. I don’t talk to anyone. The voices always tell me to stay away from people. They tell me that everyone is out to get me. That they want to hurt me. They tell me to hurt them. They tell me to hurt the people who want to hurt me. Should I listen to the voices? Sometimes, the voices are so tempting. Sometimes, listening to the voices seems like the best option. I don’t know if I should listen to the voices or try to ignore them. I’m afraid to ignore the voices. The voices are…very persuasive and…intimidating. For now, I will hear what they say, but I won’t react in any way.
The voices have gotten louder. They have gotten more intimidating. With each passing day, I can hear them screaming, louder and louder. “Kill them, kill them, kill them.” Over and over again they scream. Sometimes they are so loud it causes my head to pound and spin. The pain, the voices, the temptation to listen. They want me to cause harm to those who want to hurt me. Why does this have to happen to me? Why won’t the voices just leave me alone? I hate it so much. I hate them more than anything. They are evil.
The voices have been hurting me. I tried to ignore them. I tried so desperately to ignore them. They didn’t like that. They started going after me. Inside my own head. It hurts. They have been hurting my head non-stop. I wish for it to just go away. I didn’t want it to end up like this. I didn’t do anything wrong. I had done nothing wrong in life to cause this. I never made enemies. I never hurt anyone. Why did the voices have to come to me? Why did this happen?
The voices won’t hurt me anymore. They won’t do anything to me as long as I keep walking. They won’t hurt my head, they won’t speak to me, they won’t yell in my mind if I continue to walk. My mind doesn’t hurt, but my legs and feet are on fire. I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m cold. I can’t stop walking no matter what. If I do, they will scream and yell and hurt my mind again. I can’t stop for anything. So, I won’t stop. I will walk for eternity. That way I won’t have to hear the voices from nowhere.
