I'm confused by the differences.

Confusion is something that I'm taught to love, 

but actually don't enjoy very much.

Life is odd in the that way. That every couple of months 

I find myself swimming in the blackest of water, 

only looking for the ladder where I can climb out on the lighter side.

I hear whispers in my head all the time. 

I pray for comfort and the ability to separate and connect, 

but I can never separate the different voices.

God's? The devil's. Mine?

I pray for comfort and the ability to separate and connect.

If you put enough pressure for the right amount of time on a piece of coal

it will eventually turn into a diamond, but too much can destroy it.

Well I think the timer went off about a week ago, and I'm starting to crack.

If you could please remove the weight from me I'd really appreciate it.

Thanks, 

J. Nemo