Why dOes thiS wEBSite exiST? I DOnt knOW bUt i Love It

Everything is buzzing, and i can hear nothing. I know that people care about me, but who said that that was going to help. Knowing that with each choice, I let someone down.

I'm waiting for a miracle, but still nothing. I need one like before. I try everything I can, but to no avail. The voices keep coming in. I do my best to drown them out. To not listen to the oh so familiar screams, coming from its latest victim. When the screams stop, the whispering begins, somehow the quiet, almost soft sound of someone whispering is worse than the shrill screams. Maybe because they have stopped screaming to a rescuer that would never come, but whispering to an angel that would surely come, but more often then not to late. And on the rare occasion an angel does come, what does it bring? Hope? Never. Only death can come from a savior.

So some of us live, and most of us die. I was one of the first to survive for so long. I lived through it. But now, something different. A voice, not whispering, not screaming, talking. Slowly. What is it saying?


I'd ask for help, but I know there's none coming. Not from here