Is there anybody there?

Is there anybody there?

You know, I’m getting pretty lonely in here.

Stuck inside my head.

I guess I have my thoughts for company,

I can talk to imaginary friends.

But sometimes I wonder,

Is it this dark in other peoples minds?

Do they hear screams in the silence?

Are there whispers of why not?

Why not just stop caring?

Why not just… lash out?

I think there’s someone there.

They’re lurking in the corners,

Hidden by the shadows,

Whispering.

Whispering and whispering.

It loses its meaning.

Now it's not whispering.

The hiss of a snake,

The whistle of the wind,

A sin-black sea breaking on the shore.

Is there anybody there?

You can come out already.

I can hear you.

You can’t hide any longer.

But now, as they’re emerging,

The whispering grows louder.

A roar,

A Cacophony!

And now I see your face,

And I rub my eyes to clear them,

Because surely, it’s not…

Me?

But then,

If you are me…

Then who am I?

So I am just…

Oh.

Ok.

Oh no.

Because that means that I’m just watching,

Looking into my… no, their, mind,

Peering in from the outside.

And it scares me.

So…

Is there anybody there?