The whispers are Mine

I sit not a sound is heard
I listen not a sound is made
Through the days and nights of tears and sorrow
not a tear hits my pillow
The sound of laughter fills the air
I look and there is no one there
The sound of whispers fill my ears
But through my eyes there is no one seen
I look all over
Still there is no one
I run all over still no one appears
The laughter grows louder
And the whispers grow painful
They can be heard taunting me
Teasing me
Calling Failure
Laughing Loser
The pain it is about me
The hate it is within me
The Laughter it is from Me
The whispers are mine.

My Hell

I close my eyes and think when they open someone will know
I wish each night on the stars that when the sun rises there will be someone who can say they know

I would reach deep inside my soul where the darkness is and rip out that which causes me pain
If only I could
I spend every waking moment wishing if only I had not been awakened

Maybe that which I wish would come to me has,
They say that imagine your worst nightmare time ten
That is your hell.

This is my hell.

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I know I am special
But Why
I know I am different
But How
I know I have something to offer the world
But What

My hours are spent weeping
My days are spent in sorrow
My world is an abyss
A hole that encompasses me
That does not embrace me

The hours pass like weeks and the weeks are like years
No hugs and no kisses
No tears allowed to spill
The darkness I have encountered has engulfed me.

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