I wake up every morning wanting to go back to sleep.
Thinking the world will survive the day without me.
I could stay in bed and not think, just dream.
I am lonely and trapped inside my head.
The voices are trying to escape, always trying to hurt me.
I listen to them carefully, thinking my heart is speaking.
I yearn for the day the voices dry out.
For the day that people cannot see right through me.
The day that I will have the confidence for people to see the real me.
I want to be normal, but what is normal is being me.
I cannot wait for the day when I can sleep peacefully.
The day that happens I will be stuck in my head eternally.