My head is full of voices. But I can’t sleep because I don’t remember the sound of yours anymore.
My Daughter keeps asking me why I am so sad.
My daughters been dead for 4 years.
“What are you doing?” someone asked. “Sleeping” I muttered back, not realising that I was home alone that night.
I’m not overly bothered by the fact that I hear voices in my head.
What bothers me is they never talk to me…just about me.