Restored Sanity
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 ou
