Baskadia

1 sheep...2 sheep...3 sheep...
I counted as I tried to numb the voices in my head, so I could fall asleep,
laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling.

The whispers come with the wind, taking with it words of despair, soothing, and subtle yet it stings.
Unable to drift to the other side, I crouched in the corner of my room, legs folded up my chin, head bowed.

This was the only way I knew how to numb the pain,
I recall I held my breath for as long as I could hoping to meet my end, only to breathe out at the dying minute.

Soon I became friends with the feeling of my near-death experience, but still, it didn't shut out the voices....instead it grew louder, growling on my insides, coming out in forms of rage, sadness, and just pain.
Soon, I wanted nothing more but to drift into the abyss, I'd perform rites that made me go blank, but this didn't work too,
I'm instead left worse than I was previously.

I consulted the bible, I'd once dreaded to hold in my hands, I had sought the God of them who were before me in times past.
Then a God I considered extinct answered very swiftly.
After this, the voice quieted, and my sanity restored.

~Ivyspen