Old Friend
Please keep it down, I can’t think straight,
Putting thoughts in my head,
I don’t know how much more I can take,
These voices they have control of me,
They make me do things, I can’t think straight,
The things I’ve done, the people I’ve hurt,
I’m dangerous, this life I do not deserve,
Should I really be here or is it my time to go,
In my ear whispering, I can’t think straight,
Their words so cruel and threatening,
I never know what’s going to come next,
Making me feel, it’s time to meet death as an old friend.
Copyright © Heaven Morrow | Year Posted 2025
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