Its a small world in her head and in some ways its so big. pictures and images, voices and noises the flash like lightening across her mind. she hardly eva understands them. Dont think she is crazy, cuz she isnt. we all hear them or mayb your voices are louder than hers. hers are loud, they scream at her, place thoughts in her head, makes her think she mite be mad afta all. she tries to push them out, but her attempts are useless. they neva work and still she fights. if she gives up that would be to easy.to simple, no she challenges them instead.she laughes at them. this gets them angry. she knows she feels there anger, she feels their rage, their force so out of control, so much pressure. a force to strong to be denied, to furious to be ignored.

how does she escape them, you may wonda well the sad reality is she cant. they leave when they are ready to leave. Mayb the voices are that of demons pushin her to her end. she doesnt know, she stopped thinkin about it along time ago. she accepted the voices, or mayb she is jus paranoid. if she is, its the voices tha make her that way. its their presence in the room when she is silent. she is listenin to them you see, they demand her attention, they want to be heard. they get furious when she doesnt. they scream at her a blood boiling scream. it hurts her to hear it. they force her to listen and laugh at her when she tries to ignore them. they are always present. sometimes they are nice. they keep her company in her lonely times. they talk to her, walk with her. they evan laugh with her you kno. when she just starts laughin for what appears to be no reason it mite jus b the voices sharing their jokes with her.

they talk to her about life and its relationships. sometimes they agree but when they dont.......they get angry all ova again and start to scream or somtimes they go silent n leave her alone. she doesnt really like being alone. sometimes she wants company, a distraction, somthing to prevent her from thinkin her self in to misery, to prevent her from a great depression. her strength has gone and she cant stand up anymore. its hurts her to know she's failed herself. she cant stand up and fight for her self anymore. she's grown weak, its so pitiful a person like her, who didnt care; becomin so weak all of a sudden. but she uses her little smarts and doesnt allow her weakness to be known. she hides it. they dont know she is sad mos of the time, they dont know she's been damaged. she knows how to hide behind her mask, she's been doin it for years. but sometimes the mask must come off and her disfigurement shown.

she must fall in order to rise, destroy in order for her to rebuild. she then becomes a stronger individual becuz of this. a sense of self is developed, a happier life is possible. her dreams can actually start coming true. it may take her awhile but in da end it will be worth it. she'll see when she gets through her struggles.

if she wants to feel the sunshine, she has to feel the rain, if she wants to kno real luv, she needs to kno tru pain.