Voice.

No.

My voice is the biggest representation
of who I am.

More than the
words
I write.

More than any
picture
I could ever take.

You hear who I am.

You hear what makes me.

I can't lie with my voice
like I can with the words
I speak.

"I'm fine".

Don't you hear my pain?
Can't you feel the room shake while I scream?

And when I don't say anything,
don't you hear how hollow
I am?

My voice fills me.

My voice is all my passion.


"I love you".

Don't you hear my angst?
Don't you feel the fear permeate yours,
and my, own very existence?

Now promise you won't ever let me go,
'lest you want my whole world to shatter.

I have to use my voice to tell you so many things.

The last of my voice.

Because my voice is failing, you know.

I'm dying now.

You see, My mind hates me
and
everything that makes me.

Naturally, my mind hates my voice
because it is me.

I'm saying nasty things to people I love now.

Will you leave me if I tell you what my mind wants to tell you?

"I'm going to miss you".

Don't you hear my sorrow?
Don't you feel the hate burning inside me?

I really hate myself.
I really love the world.

All I want to do is make the world a better place, you know.

You've heard me talk about it so many times.

"I'm going to change everything".

Don't you hear the severity?
Don't you feel the Goodbye that is
inevitably, now in your presence?

You're walking away.

I'm going to make the world a better place now.

"I'm going to kill myself."

I know you can't hear how I proud I am.
I know you can't feel the blood pouring
in a line down each of my wrists.

But I can.

And I can hear my voice singing a song.

"You did it".

What a victorious song.