I'm not alone
The voices in my head always make me feel at home.
Damn
did I just say that
it slipped through the cracks
probably during a panic attack
that I had
I just don't recall
I'm starting to think i have a problem with my brain
because one day its spring then the next its all ready fall
or did I have a fall
I remember me faintly running across a wall
was that a dream or a memory
I think there's something wrong with me
How do people put up with me
how'd I end up on a swing
wait
I think I might be dead
what was the last thing the voices said before they vanish from my head like a sled
going down a hill?
into the next chapter of the story
I hope the girl i like finally adores me
or will she just ignore me? ..
I am alone..
the voices that were in my head have left me on my own..
I reach for my phone, but there's nothing.
I look all around me, but there's nothing.
I finally reached the void, the nothing.
inside the naught, I sit all lonely.
Remembering what my uncle told me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Continuing on with the notes, Some philosophers believe when we die and our conscience leaves our bodies we don't go to heaven or we end up in the Void where everything is just suspended in time because time doesn't exist there. That is due to time being a human conception, created by humans, not created by the universal laws of matter.