Mathilda
Voices, I do hear them.
Distinct most times, inaudible oftentimes.
Sometimes I don't hear a thing. Like the voices stopped and decided to leave everywhere with this deafening silence like a necropolis.
Which would throw me in the position of wallowing in my thoughts, leaving me in the big darkened area where the only thing I can see is total darkness.
But it's not always it happens. Light comes in occasionally, and when I see it, different shapes and patterns are drawn.
My mouth wants to release ear-piercing screams like a banshee, but it seems like the most impossible thing ever. More like a curse was placed on me to remain like this.
I've been trying to figure out things that are uncertain to me.
The excruciating pain I am undergoing is what I'll never wish for the worst person on Earth to suffer.
I am paralyzed, but why does it feel like I was created this way?
