The voices. Everyone thinks im insane when i speak of them. But they exist, and i know it! I can hear them so clearly. They tell me so much that i never knew. The whispers in my head help me make sense of the world. I dont understand these people here. They call themselves adults. But they are students, and they are so mean. Just because i talk about my voices.
Cant anyone else hear them? It would make them so nicer if they could. The voices are calming arent they? They make sense as the world doesnt. But everyone is so mean, and i hate it. The voices hate it too. They are so nice and they tell me secrets. They say to me things.
They started telling me more though. They started being meaner about them. They told me things for me to do. And i didnt want to. But i did it because it made sense for me! But they told me not to let anyone find out. Otherwise id have to do the same to them.
So i did as they asked, and they never found the bodies. Im happy they are gone! But