Sometimes I lay here on the floor,
And the world just seems to dim away,
As like nothing exist around me,
But the floor under me.

Then the whispers in my head,
Of the people I know,
They speak to me over and over,
Each one saying something.

I don’t get them sometimes,
Or what they each are really trying to say,
And then the whisper’s grow louder,
Until the screaming…

They all want to help,
But all they are doing is causing me headaches,
And the thoughts are silenced,
Silenced by sadness.

The quiet is there,
As I stare up at my ceiling,
And the tears roll down my cheeks,
And I feel the void in my heart.

I take a minute to return to earth,
And wipe away the tears,
But to no avail,
And crawl into a ball.

The void is there,
I feel something is missing,
And I don’t know what,
And it drives me crazy.

The voices telling me to be happy,
Is that what is missing,
Even though I smile day to day,
And yet the void is still there?

I am happy,
Not with everything,
but enough to keep going,
But that doesn’t solve anything.

Why do I feel so cold,
Like the world is deaf to my voice,
And the void in my heart grows larger,
And the tears go unnoticed.

I fear I am going crazy,
And feel that it is not because of something,
But because something is not there,
And the void nags at me.

It laughs and taunts,
And I am driven to madness,
Wanting to solve what is wrong,
What is this void in my heart?