The silence

It haunts my dreams...and remains when I am awake. Its slowly killing who I was and making me someone I am unfamiliar with.  Just when I was starting to figure things out and becoming comfortable in THIS skin, I am someone else.  I think the thing that sucks the most is after spending hours and thousands of dollars in therapy to fix one problem....i come out with 5 new ones. What the hell man? I cant catch a break...maybe because breaks arent thrown.  At this point I am merely rambling...fighting sleep because I know that if I go to sleep I will have to wake up to a voice...minus a little face... A little face that I love and miss dearly.