The voices in my head, repeat all my thoughts, bouncing them inside my skull like rubber balls off bare concrete walls.  Some of them are screaming, some are barely whispers; some are coherent and some are not.  I try to shut them out, I don’t wish to hear them anymore... but they flutter back, squeezing themselves through the shields I erect in my head.

“Back!” I hear my own tired voice growling out, barely audible over the dozens, hundreds, thousands of other voices echoing through my mind.

It is too much for me.  My heart can’t take the strain.  Tears well up in my eyes and drop like bombs the moment I blink.  I feel them cascading down my cheeks, rolling to my chin, pooling together and forming a wet patch upon the shirt that my chin rests.  They stop for a moment and I think that’s it, but as soon as the thought processes, the cold wet patch reminds me of how sad I am feeling; how alone; how desolate.  I have reached the bottom of the barrel and from here, all I wish for is that the barrel fills up with my tears so that I may drown in them.  Life was never meant to be like this.