starfishiefuck

I'm tired of being here, all locked up in my head. Every day I hear a whisper, and I'm closer to being dead. Something taps me on the shoulder, something I can't fight. When it talks in that low voice, my eyes are shut so tight. Once it gets to a cetain point, and I'm still sitting on the ground, it tells me to do things, I'm trying to ignore the sound. Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence, and I can hear a hint of sorrow. Even when it's telling me, I won't live to see tomorrow. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to do. I'm still hearing it now, and I'm still suffering too. I can't tell what its weak