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They're fighting again. I can hear them. I can hear them as if they were right here with me. Well, in a way, they are. They are here, but I can't see them. It hurts sometimes. They make the noises that make me realize that it hurts. I often just ignore them, but sometimes I just can't help it. It's good when I'm alone. I mean, it's bearable. At least I don't get embarrassed when they start shouting, screaming for attention. But they don't always keep it in. They grumble and mumble when I'm with my friends. They make those annoying fighting noises when I'm with strangers. They fight whether people might hear them or not. I could stop them. I have the power to stop them. But sometimes it feels like whatever I do, it's just not enough. I can't satiate them. They will always keep wanting more from me. They're fighting now. I can hear them. But I have nothing to give them to make them stop. It's one of those times when I can