The doctors, they never tell you the truth, about auditory hallucinations, about living with them, about the odds of getting rid of them completely, about the humanity of medicine, about its absence--

About the isolation.

They only serve you pills, and give you some poorly researched prognosis.

They set you loose onto this world, which has been so unkind to the point of splitting up your mind. They care not for your triumphs nor for your failures, but the voices still persist in the hallways of your psyche.