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There is something

Crawling at the back of your mind.

You feel it growing, growing

Until the worm is a serpent

And whispers things.

And the voice grows louder and louder

And it’s shouting and you can’t hear anything else

And nothing can drown out this voice and its words.

But then you look around

And no one can hear it

And no one has seen your struggle.

It’s a roar in your head and it keeps getting louder and louder

And you can’t stand it and you can feel pounding, pounding

But it’s only your head

Hitting the wall, then the floor

As it consumes you

And it’s not a serpent

But a great big black wave

That crashes over you

And you try to gasp for breath, but you can’t

And it feels like your head will explode

And the watery sounds take control of your body

But no one can hear them

And no one has seen your struggle.

So you curl up inside your head,

Feeling much too small,

And yet,

Much too large to fit inside your head.

You want to escape

But you can’t,

But you won’t

Because the wave is a chain,

Keeping you from moving,

Clanking, as you try to disappear.

Now the chain is a thousand daggers,

Piercing you, making you scream.

But the daggers are not daggers,

No one can hear your screams

And no one has seen your struggle.

It’s only a little voice in the back of your mind,

Telling you about things you don’t want to hear.