Hers' p.o.v -
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In the soundless of midnight, I hear a certain voice whispering lightly into my ear. Narrating me strange tales as if I was not hearing them, starving for my attention; seeking for my eyes to face it. I was in the abyss of my mind. Losing control of myself again tonight.
What's worse could happen, when my mind shrieks at me for my blunders and weaknesses today, yesterday, and tomorrow. I'm not perfect, full of blemishes and stains, and a hollow soul looking for something to store.
My body sank again in the same situation. It overwhelmed me so much that I cried, yelled because I couldn't endure it anymore. My spirit is descending, suffocating in the ocean creatures seizing my feet, securing me within retaining me depths hugging me coldly. I ask myself, will I ever survive in my head?
Too many voices, too many thoughts. I was helpless, somebody was there watching me solely allowing me to die, not defending me - standing there as if I could float when I couldn't.
Screaming help doesn't help me, pleading mercy couldn't rescue me from this illusion that will haunt me eternally. Whimpering won't trade anything when it's meant to be that way. My frame was shattered, my palm was trembling mercilessly.
The voice was here, its boisterous voice echoing, laughing at me, as a joke. I challenge the voice. It shifts tongueless, not answering my single question about my body, life, and heart and soul.
I'm desperate to be living me, I desire for my body hence I knew this world my body wasn't mine. It belongs to the voice creeping at night, crawling at my body. It's a view nobody will watch, will behold.
Getting out of it, cruelly arduous. I plead on my knees almost every day; night and day to set me free from its grips. Ahold of a cage, blocking me from the outside realm. It's a situation that kills me tenderly yet softly nevertheless roughly.
On this very day, I have triumphantly freed myself but it's still there accompanying me, observing me fondly anticipating its opportunity to rush back at me anytime, truth be told, I am afraid of it. I almost lost my life, my sole dream.
This much is pain, a humming voice at twilight as a thunderous roar sound. It's a voice summoning my soul into the unknown.
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It's a madness in myself that I'm struggling to survive
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-whatever you perceive of this paragraph it's up to you but this is my illusion of overthinking.
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-Ain-
side note: this is my own word(s), it may sound rude but don't take any part of this speech.
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Poesíasomething were meant to be hidden yet it's strangling. perhaps all those feeling if written down, will go? Picture - Pinterest I do not own the picture.
