This is just a short story, it’s not really a story I’m actually not sure what it is. It was just supposed to be something about mental illness, but I have no idea what it really is anymore haha, decided that for yourself.
The Whisper In My Head.
The whisper in my head knows who it is, it knows what it is, who it wants to be, how its going to get there and so on and so forth. The whisper in my head holds no secrets. I wish I could hear what the whisper has to say, but it is too muffled to understand. The whisper in my head loves it’s keeper, it doesn’t wish to ever understand why it can’t be a louder mumble for it knows that it’s an important whisper. The whisper in my head hates no thought, It knows just what it knows and it likes to keep it that way. The whisper in my head has a deadly past, its way to becoming a whisper wasn’t pleasant. It took out the lights on many plans and forced its broken friends into my mind. But the whisper in my head is my keeper, it is my friend and loves me no matter what. The whisper in my head is looking out for me, it just wants to keep me under its protection. But the whisper in my head has become a problem, it keeps me prisoner from the other side. The whisper in my head is a liar, its slowly killing my hopes and dreams. For the whisper in my head forces me to say things, things that confuse me and torment my words. Help me from the whisper in my head.
It’s strange I know but I hope you like it anyway. Please let me know what you think.
Thanks.
Peace and Love
From.
Paige.
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