They come to me when I'm alone
When I have no one to talk to
They are here beside me, whispering.
Sometimes, I just ignore.
But, mostly I listen to them.
This bit by bit consumes me
Bit by bit, I am no longer myself.
And now we have become one.
Somehow I am relief
That I'm no longer alone.
We are the droplets of unvoiced matters, forming a puddle full of mud of our thoughts - forced out or poured down, it doesn't matter.