I hear the voices loud and clear.
Like sirens they ring in my head.
Over and over again
Until they tell me I'd be better off dead.I hear the whispers in the silence.
Howling like a sad secret in the wind.
Over and over again
Until the words sink into my skin.I ignore the roar of the people.
As their voices crash in like waves.
Over and over again
The same words are repeated.I listen for the words.
That will bring up my spirits.
Over and over again
I wait for someone to care.I choose to stay alone.
To avoid the black hole of life.
Over and over again,
I watch as they get hurt.I want to help them.
To pull them out of the water.
But over and over again,
I can't save myselfSo I cannot save them.
~a.k.

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