The Voice

The thoughts shatter like glass
Its that voice again,
the voice in my mind
piercing me with the shards
Drowning out everything else

Its always that same voice
saying all sorts of things
some witty, some careless
some cheery,some melancholy
some comforting,some teasing

Its burrowed deep into my soul
Its etched into my mind
Sad though it seems,
its all thats left of you
A voice in my head.

Someday it will be cut,
Dying among the unyielding walls
Like all else that was shared
the voice will be forgot

What will remain then?
The reasons, the justifications
the causes, the effects
the what ifs, the why nots
And when I'm alone, the regrets.