Voices

I can hear the voices from heaven, but heaven doesn’t hear me.
Heaven is deaf for my screams, even if I shout so extreme loudly.
Heaven doesn’t hear my cry, heaven doesn’t feel my desires.
People who say that it does, I judge them as awful liars.
People that I love went to the place I try to connect with.
But for now the idea of a connection with heaven feels like one big myth.
Why can’t I talk to them, while they do talk to me?
Sometimes, I do not only hear them, but then I am certain it’s them who I see.
Strange voices pounding through my head.
Nobody sees what it does to me, nobody sees how upset I get.
Voices in heaven and in my head, why do you ignore me?
And I do have to listen to you so strictly.
Every time I have to talk to me, during such an attack.
When I think it is over, I know that the next time, you will come back.