Powerful Nonexistence

As the voices continue on,
I wonder if anyone sees what's wrong,
All these things trapped inside my head,
Seem better off if never said,
But sometimes I wish someone knew,
Would it alleviate the pain I'm put through,
There isn't a single moment of rest,
Sometimes I hear a real voice at best,
And still I'm eternally stuck in loop,
My brain feels like a bowl of soup,
I know I'm not quiet, but can they hear,
Or is there anyone really here.