The Voices

My hearing is gone and my vision is dimmed.

My skin feels untouched even as the wind gusts against my face.

A person comes up to me and says my name,

But I do not react the way I used to.

Instead of responding, I stand there,

Completely distrait to the person calling my name.

But why?

Why have I chosen to not respond to him?

This person is my friend.

I’m ignoring my friend.

All I can truly hear and think about are the other voices.

The voices that tell me I don’t deserve friends.

The voices that tell me I don’t deserve happiness.

The voices that tell me I don’t deserve life.

Those voices are my demons.

The demons that implanted themselves within me.

The ones that refuse to leave no matter what I do.

As my friend gives up and walks away I ask myself,

“Why. Why do I do this to him and myself.

Why can’t I just go with him and have fun.”

But the only reply I get is from the demons.

“You don’t deserve it” they say.

Maybe they’re right.

Maybe I don’t.