The Voice Of Much MADNESS

Christmas is all about the snow, love and celebration. It is set in the month of December which has 31 days of dust and dawn. The sun never fails to rise and made the snow glimmer and shine The sun never fails to set either, but this makes the snow glow as it seems. At night, the noise fades and the air becomes still, you can even hear yourself think for once. However, There are some who never stooping hearing the noise but its not the same noise. This noise comes from the mind and memories. Some scream in pain and others cry a river and some even make us bleed till no end. The noise stays and some days, gets worse and worse until you reach a breaking point and make the blood fall. This, stops the noise just long enough to let you breath and relax but there is a catch like everything in life. The catch? More noise coming from just more memories as this made new ones. Ne matter the snow or cold, the noise stays no matter how much the world relaxes There will always be a ...

Yes, I can beat you in arm wresting and I can pick you up but I am not strong I break with each step I take, trying to go further.  I shake feeling as if the ground is breaking right under me I cry as if there is no tomorrow I scream like I'm being killed in the worse way Yet, these mean nothing to you  Why? Because, I force myself to be strong with you. I must make myself strong for you because you need me, you all need me.  That is how it has always been, me forcing myself to be strong and you never seeing how weak I am I plan to keep it this way

I wish to be no more but not dead. I wish to stop moving but keep breathing. I can't explain what I mean nor can I show you but maybe I can write it out so here is my explanation: Nothing disappear into thin air no matter how much they/it tries and I know this. When I say I want to die, I say this because there is nothing else close to what I want. For this is what I want, I want to be no more but not forever. I want to be no more for a short while just to escape my own mind and body. I wish to disappear but to come back.  No matter how much I wish and pray, there is so way to disappear. There is only the inside and outside of the box, no third side.  I just want to be nothing, why can't I be nothing?!  Oh right, because there is no 'nothing' in this life. There is only life and death  Next time you ask " Do you want to die ?"  My answer will be yes because there is no other form of nothing

Most illnesses can be cured by medication or time. Now, I know the world is still working on curing some illnesses but for them, I wish the best. I, myself have no physical illness which I'm grateful for. I've seen how much others suffer due to said un-curable illness. However, there is no cure for the mind. There is no fixing an illness where you fight yourself nor will there ever be peace. Yes, there are medications but they don't fix the problem, only make it more livable. The medication is like if you gave someone stuck in the ocean air, yes it makes it where they live but they are still stuck in the water. One of the worse feelings in the world is to see your loved ones get hurt by something within you there is no fixing. After a while, you learn to live in the ocean but one day, you might get sick of the air.

It is built in our systems to fight back or to defend yourself from something and/or someone. The human body and brain try its best to fight to live and fight to protect yourself or others from harm. Its how most living things work, of course in different ways but it all comes down to protecting yourself or itself and/or others from harm. But what if the thing and/or person who is trying to harm you, is yourself? One side of your brain screaming one thing while the other another thing. Sometimes, it feels like you are fighting another you but you can't protect yourself. Yet, I understand it is just a illness in my mind and there is no 'other me' but it feels like it. It feels as if every day I fight myself to do normal things, to protect myself even though I cannot harm it. Let's say I do protect myself and I harm the thing that is attacking me. If I do this, it is harming myself and that is self-harm Let's say I have had enough and I kill it...Well, we al...

I wish I could explain the thoughts I have. All of the screaming thought I have on a daily basis, almost like clockwork. It is like my thoughts are slowly but surely trying to kill me, trying to take over and no matter how many times you tell me it will be okay, my thoughts stay.  My thoughts have no rhythm or pattern, they do as they please and say what they wish. Yes, you can distract me sometimes but even on good days, they still come and go as they please. I wish you could understand how hard it is for me to do normal things sometimes, how hard it is to exist let alone live. Sometimes, even I don't understand why but I do know no matter how hard you try, there is no running from your own mind. For I can not explain my thoughts but if you sit in a room by yourself with no heat and have a tape playing all the things you have or said wrong, you may understand a little more. One thing I know is there is no way you could last a day in my mind.

I have a friend, they like to sit on my shoulder and sing to me. They like to laugh and joke and make people laugh. They always are willing to stop everything to help a person in need and do anything to make them better. My friend loves life and wants nothing more then to talk to people and make they happy. But... I have another friend. This one Also sits on my shoulder but shows up when I'm alone. It whispers thought and tells me things no one wants to ever head. It will start yelling and screaming anytime, even if I'm not alone. It makes me cry and want to scream myself with all of the things it tells me. It never wants to be awake and it does anything to never leave. It takes 'naps' that last 5 hours because it makes the pain stop. These 'friends' are the two sides of me, depression and the fake side. No matter how hard I try, most of the time I must fake it and live my life. I must cover up the depression and fake it so my family hurts less. The only p...

Yes sometimes I feel happy but no it never goes away. The times you see my happy and joyful it is because the pain and sadness is less, the rain has slowed. For a moment, I can breathe without my mind screaming and crying, telling me things that would drive anyone mad. For a moment I can smile without having to fake it and laugh without having to hold day a storm of tears that you will never see. Just because I'm smiling and I mean it, does not mean my mind is clean. I am not better nor have my demons faded, they have just stopped clawing at my hope and faith for a second. No, you can not make these moments happen because it fits your needs, because it makes you feel better. These moments happen anytime they wish but don't come when I need them too. These moments come and go as they please, never fixing the problem but covering it up. Due to this, yes I fake it. I smile and nod and laugh even though my head is screaming for this to end, for the pain and sorrow to subsi...

White is the color of light and freedom, beginning happiness to those who like in the light Black is the color of death and sorrow,  beginning pain and madness to those who live within. With all of the being that lives and feel living in either color, I live in either. I don't dance is the light all the time but yet I don't sit in the darkness all the time either. I don't feel free but I am not dead despite how I feel most hours. I believe there are three colors of being, white, black and gray. Gray is the between of prisoner and freedom, it is the space with people cross for only a few moments. People pass through gray when they feel pain and sorrow in order to reach black yet they must pass through gray again to reach white being happy and free again. Gray is the between of joy and despair. However, I can't seem to pass either live, not black nor white. Somedays I lean towards white while most days I lean into the blackness. It is as if I'm in betwee...

     I wish my mirror was broken then maybe I would have a reason to look dead inside, have a reason to look as if I have just came back from the dead.       I blink looking at myself in the mirror wishing it was someone else because all I see is a broken person with scars of sorrow written in her skin. My eyes full with tears as I stare back at myself, wondering how I got here. Did I do something? Was I always meant to be broken ?       I press my hand on the mirror hoping to become on with the mirror, to never see the light of day again but all this does is make my skin bleed.       Now, My mirror is broken but I still look the same. A tear falls as I look in the mirror once again to see my eyes still dead and my soul gone just like a bird with no song left to sing.  Now, this never happened because I won't even try to look in the mirror because I know it is me who is broken, the mirror just...

The world filled with flames and war. Angels and Demons fight for something both want, Freedom. Niether can win nor can they be set to freedom. Both chasing something that never existed. It was just a dream, an illusion, a figure of imagination. Because in this world, This is no prize to win and no whole story to be told. Only part of a story, never to be finished Because, The world filled with flames and war. Angels and Demons fight for something both want, Freedom. But that my friend, that unfinished story, Shall never be untold.

(TRIGGER WARNING!!! Read tittle)       In this post I will be listing some ways to deal with depression/self harm. Before I list the ways, keep in mind I'm not a therapist and not all of the coping mechanisms may work for you. Some of the ways I will be listing were taught to me by a therapist I saw a little while back and some are ways I have found on my own. This is just ways to help get though it, not fix it.            Ways to help with self/harm (may relieve the urge with no lasting mark) 1. Draw on your skin where you wish to cut. (Mark or pen) 2. Hold an ice cube in your hand and squeeze and tightly 3. Put a rubber band on your wrist and snap it. 4. Put your hand in ice cold water. The whole point of this list was ways to relieve the urge but have no lasting effect. If you wish to try and distract yourself from the urge, read the next list.        ...

You ask me " Why do you want to give up? You have a unfathomable amount of good things coming your way! You have a good life, you are loved and cared for. You have no reason to give up ". This is true but my demons can come up with an infinity number of reasons why I should. One thing I wish you would understand is that this does not mean I will give up! I'm still sane enough to choice if I live or die. I am still thankful enough to sleep some nights. Now, I know others have it worse then me, some can't deal with their demons. I did not choice to feel this way and knowing others have it worse, makes me fell worse. Until you have been a prisoner in your own mind, until you have listened to your demons yell and scream until you get use to the noise, you have nothing to say. Live in my hell on earth, then ask " Are you okay? ".                                         ...

When we were young, we were taught that demons and monsters are only in our minds, they can't hurt us because they are just shadows. We are told most things that live in the dark are all in our minds and are just our eyes being filled with fear, disforming realtiy. I wish this was true. The part about how demons live in our heads is true but they can hurt. They can make our arms and legs bleed with self-hate or make us stay awake some night remembering all of the things we have done right, how many we have hurt because of our demons. Demons infect out minds, making our minds and body work different; our demons tell us what to do and make us hate ourselfves more they how a cat hates a mouse. Some of us die just to stop the pain and kill our demons If you were ever to think " They don't rule you! " live in our mind because you would be crush under the pressure and scream for it to stop. The thing is, once you have demons, you can't kill them. You can o...

My soul is broken behind compare, this is true. Its cracked and scared with the pain and suffering I have went though in my life. It is twisted and bent out of shape, looking like a 2 tons was throw on glass then forgotten about; left to slowly fade from everyone mind.  My scars leak hope as I lay there, blank face like a bare wall in a abandon house. I've tried to fix myself and stop my soul from breaking but the pain is too much. You say I'm stronger then this but what if I'm not? What if I'm meant to always be broken, to always hide away in the dark with my demons? I might have once been strong enough to bare all of the wight that you and the rest throw at me because you were not strong enough. I've held that wight too long, I can't go on forever.  However, I know you won't take that as a answer because I'm just a shoulder for you to cry on when you need it but what about me! When do I get to show my cracks and bends?  Exactly, ...

I know you care and I know you hate to see me in so much pain, therefore I hide it. I hide the demons that live in the dark, I hide my tears behind a smile and a laugh. I know you deserve better then to see me in complete darkness, never wanting to see the light of day again; Praying to up above to end this pain and sorrow. Even if I wanted to show you, I don't know how or where to begin. There is no point in sharing because my demons are a part of me, just like my lungs and heart. If I were to tell you, how would you react? Maybe you would ask me for the hundredth time " Are you okay?"  or maybe you would tell me " You are better then to let this rule you!" . Why can't you understand, I can't be strong anymore! However, you won't know because I'm always hiding.

The rain fell, making the ground wet and pools of water fulled the floor; I tried to walk but I kept falling back, starting all over again. The rain seemed to fall for an eternity, never stopping; Some days more rain fall, making me cold and alone. After a while, I learned to live with the rain along with the cold and the feeling of always being alone. I began to become numb and stopped trying to fight the rain, letting it fall as it pleased.  I sat and pondered about the rain, wondering why it took my happiness away and fulled my life with sorrow. I know I should be happy and joyfull but How can I be when the pain is so painful? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: What does the rain mean to you? (Answer in the comments!❤️)