Death I can handle

Where I floated, under the dark water, I heard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up — as
beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly. It was another snarl; a deeper, wilder roar that rang with fury.
I was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain slashing my upraised hand, but I couldn't find
my way back far enough to open my eyes.
And then I knew I was dead.


Conscience
Fire in the skies
As I run and hide
But what am I hiding from
The fears, the worries, the sadness
Its everywhere
Home, school
Its everywhere
You cant run
It follows you
You cant hide
It finds you
The people you find confidence in
Dont talk to you
They pushed you out
The fears haunt you
The worries devour you
The sadness takes it places, where happiness once was
Till it takes over
Everything turn black
All you hear are voices
They are scrambled
The yelling, the screaming, the whispering
The vast horizon is not seen
The trees that once stood
The noises of nature
Now that is never heard
For what the voices are saying
What is heard is nothing
No voices
No sounds
All blackness
The voices come back
Theyre the same
The screaming, the yelling, the whispers
What is it I think?
Is it my conscience?
Are they people I know?
What is it?
Where are they coming?
I dont know
Its the voices in my head.

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