DEAR DIARY

There are two voices in my head. They converse frequently and fall in uninvited. I can hear them both, relegating my voice to the deep and taking over my mind. When I close my eye, all I see is darkness. Every day, this body loses life and colour and there's nothing to do.
I wonder when these days will end, if they'll ever end. I get my ass to work, to therapy. I encourage myself, but it never seems to be enough. When I try to search my soul, I find it void . My soul wanders when salvation will come. If at all, my pleas, heaven had heard; My tears, enough evidence of a lesson well learnt; My quivering lips, a confirmation of my quest for redemption; My shaky self, a sign of surrender; And my bended knees, a consideration for our agreement.