You’re already the voice inside my head.

This always happens to me.

Both ways, mind you.

And I’m not liking it at all, fed up actually.

The wall of icy cold silence, stands strong and tall before my insistent hammering on it.

It’s as clear as glass, I can see the other side, I just can’t cross over.

I’m sorry for all the things I’ve said and done,

And I forgive every wrong that’s been done to me.

Let’s take a step back and restart over ok?

Please?

To all of you.