Stop and write about “little white lies” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. If you have some text (or an image) you would like to see added to this page, please email it to me (remember to let me know which page you would like me to add it to). ---- ### Don’t Lie to Me I hear all the Noise Outside I feel the urge to scream But everyone hears the ringing Just like all the others, they hear and see People hear your screams and pleas It’s not that no one hears the cries for help It is that people decide to leave People like to whisper say they are right It’s excruciating when there is already voices my head And then are multiplied by all outside my mind I can never choose who to listen to Or who who it is that can help me decide It is a struggle to figure out what I’m living for For that answer I can never grasp in my mind To just exist feels exhausting in itself It’s like trying to run through water in the horizon Nothing makes sense in any light I’m not in a place where every day you fight for your life I am blessed to have almost anything I want Yet I never feel enough God help me see past the mere inconveniences Because that’s what they should be But they hinder my mind and body so easily I just can’t seem to be able to let myself be helped Everyone terrifies me because who I am I am terrified sometimes of myself One day I will write about how beautiful is the sky And maybe the next I think that I want to die I ask God “I don’t know what is wrong” And suddenly the voices halt to a stop The other words of everyone else are trying to help But sometimes they won’t work unless I let them in Same goes for God when he tries to calm my mind He already is calming it but I keep letting in lies > Dulce Bowen