Just a Voice

In my head there lives a voice. 

A voice that makes me want to cut open my head with a butcher's knife and let this voice free. It is a soothing voice, but a voice that makes me wonder why is this voice in my head to begin with. Though so soothing, and yet so calming, why am I afraid of this voice. I can hear the darkness behind the voice, the pain of the voice. I hear this voice everywhere I am. I hear it in the bedroom, in the bathroom, and in the kitchen. I hear it above me, below me, left of me and right of me. I hear the voice clearly now as I sit in my dark, cold basement staring and wondering what does this voice want from me. I want to ask who it is and why is it in my head. It tells me things. It tells me secrets that shouldn’t be shared with anyone alive. This mysterious voice enjoys talking, it enjoys toying with me, it enjoys telling me what to do. My mind is racing with words that I cannot understand. The voice likes to do that to me.  It likes to speak a million times, a million words, a million ideas till I just lose my mind. The voice wants to come out. The voice in my head is yelling at me now, swearing and threatening me. What was once a soothing and calming voice has become a monster.  My head will explode all the words of the voice. This voice is unbearable, I can’t stand this voice in my head anymore and want it gone. I let out a scream. I can feel the voice escaping from my mind, my body, my soul. The voice in my head is gone. The voice in my head has vanished. The voice in my head…..was only me.