Stuck on Repeat

When the thoughts come, they don’t come trickling in one at a time. They come as a roaring flood bent on destroying everything in their path.

Each thought screams louder than the next, all fighting to be heard. She presses her hands to her ears to make the voices stop, but it only intensifies the sounds echoing inside her head.

The tears began to depart from her eyes cascading in a river down her cheeks, dripping off of her face landing on her pillow leaving little drops polka-dotting the case until they turn into one giant wet spot.

“Tsk, tsk” the voices mock as the tears come down harder. “You think crying will help you? Crying won’t save you” They say laughing all together. They turn from a million voices to just one. “You are weak.” And that becomes the record on endless repeat stuck in her head.

She closes her eyes and goes to sleep. Maybe the voices won’t come in the morning, but she knows they will. The voices are the only thing she can count on.