With eyes closed tightly
the noise inside my head intensifies
ruining the moments when I should sleep
as if interrupted by an unruly child.
Voices are cruel and abusive
making me feel insignificant
taking satisfaction at my misery
forcing themselves outward into my reality.
Despite my best intentions
I cannot ignore the voices
even when I am reminded by loved ones
that I am far stronger than they suggest.
Embracing my loving Angel
welcoming the love she brings
I share an honest moment
despite hiding the truth from her.
I hate the moments of isolation
when I am alone in my head
as the voices beat me constantly
causing me to hide away in pain.
Looking into her beautiful eyes
whilst evil rages inside my mind
I want to cry and set her free
until she takes me into her arms.
Cuts and bruises have been dressed
mood swings recognised
feelings addressed and considered
supporting my steps forward.
She cannot hear the voices
that spit their bile inside my head
yet she knows they are there
so, I know that I am not truly alone.