These Voices...

You know those tormenting conversations in your head? Yeah those ones, the ones that you are quite certain that they'll never happen. Those conversations run through my head as if there was no tomorrow. Those conversations make me depressed angry usually. I then dream about them and everything turns our alright but in real life, there are still those all too real problems that torment a person into giving up life. It's hard. It's hard to go about the day as if nothing happened even with those shouting voices in your head. Those scoffs and laughs that are going toward you that you are trying to avoid. You run and hide with nowhere to go. Why can't this be easier? Why can't life hand you gifts instead of tricks? Why can't we just be friendly and not call it flirty all the time? Why can't tears by dried up more quickly? Why can't smiles, laughs and love be real? Why can't people be real? They seem to want to be plastic play things, and when you don't play the way they want, they move to a new owner. Why can't people see how terrible that lifestyle is? Why can't people see that as growing up to be a person that they might despise? Oh yeah, that'd mean they'd have to acknowledge that what they do is wrong. And we wouldn't want that, would we? No, never. And so everyone goes along the walk of life tripping on hearts, barely getting scratched. Those of us that bare the scars... well, we bare them unwillingly. They were placed upon us when we weren't looking sometimes. But those wounds that come around that way start hurting the most and suddenly when found. I've been shot through the heart (not literally). That's the way it feels anyway. The wound will heal but not for now. For now I'll keep going as I do and try to make sense of this torture. I'll have to go along with it, at least for a bit, and learn while I try hiding from all these voices, people and animals. Goodnight, see you all on the other side.