There are voices inside my head, a legion of voices. I am not crazy or insane, I SWEAR I CAN HEAR VOICES!
Murmurs, whispers, commanding me to rethink over and over again all my past mistakes and misadventures. Making me question life, my life, my very existence. Nothing can make it right, I can't straight my crooked way now. I am lost. Or maybe I can, If I am not to wake.
I saw people who pass away, and how their relatives mourn for them. But after that life stills goes on. The world will still continue even after losing you. So what could make you think you're important?
