The 'Massacrous' voices
The night you went to sleep — in misery and angst, the voices in my head reminded me of how useless am I as a 'best' friend, as a being.
When I pretended to hate him, though I actually never did, the voices in my head told me to stop lying to them and to myself.
The days, the results come in, and I cannot fulfil my parents' expectations, the voices in my head remind me I am a worthless lost battle.
When in public meets and evening parties I cannot match the beauty standards the society had set, the voices tell me...I am flawed.
When I cannot voice my desires, my wants, my passions, my dreams ,
And, When I cannot tell him that I have been in love with him since the first year of our friendship, the voices make me realise of my wimpiness.
When I fail to express how I feel, my voices keep telling me, It is okay to be a wounded warrior.
The woeful voices in my head make me over think, make me know myself, they let me know how worse of a creature I am, they devastate me yet in absence of them I feel terrified, I feel lost, I feel pathless, visionless, thoughtless.
These grievous voices in my head, know me more than anyone does.
These atrociously soothing voices screaming in my head know me more than I ever knew myself.