Archived: Voices – Eliza Bratt (Freshman)

The shadows close around my head

But the voices grow and slowly spread

I try to scream to the setting sun

But it just falls and my tears just run

The voices speak and cry and yell

My hands pull out my hair and scalp

The voices, their cries like thunder

My silent screams grow only louder

I try to run, I try to hide

But cell walls block my every side

I can’t escape, I cannot run

My simplest thoughts just seem to drown

In the voices hidden within my crown

No one can hear, no one can save,

Me, the girl stuck in her own brain.