Voices

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Slowly slowly starting to surround me,
Surrounding the air that I breath;
Surrounding the sight that I see,
Surrounding my every thought.

It was nothing before,
Nothing but fading whispers.
Soon one whisper lead to another,
Covering the once silence there was.

They look at me is if I'm crazy,
Only if they knew what these voices do to me.
So they wonder what voices do I talk about,
In this empty silent room.

A/N
So either you can look at this as a creepy poem or a deep poem. I hope I was able to portray the idea I was trying to put. These voices don't belong to the people around us but those voices which scream inside our minds.

So yeah anyways YOU READING THIS YOU are brave and you'll fight these voices , don't let them effect you in any sort of way, just keep on fighting cause in the end the victory would be yours :)

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