They speak the words that she wants to hear
To combat the voices in her head,
And put an end to her withstanding dread,
To help ease her mind to bed,
Or to offer a glimpse of hope instead,
And to pray for recovery ahead

She speaks nothing of encroaching fear
For she finds it easier to hide,
As she is not one to confide,
While many hidden feelings reside,
Once long ago she had tried,
And she still found they had lied

They wish for her to see it all clear
But her sight has fallen weak,
So she does not resist critique,
Instead, she looks and allows the leak,
As these tears still streak,
And the red is bright upon her cheek

She sees no chance of hope for her near
So she gives up all sense,
As her false hopes dispense,
And her mind's voices commence.

August 3rd, 2024