The Three
I’ve suffered, myself
By the voices of three
All of them in my head
And all of them, me.
The first voice is the past
Reminding me of regrets
The whiskey helps
But I just can’t forget
The second voice?
The one of loss
It’s the one that most
Have already forgot
I remember...
very well
The regrets and the loss
Keep me confined to this hell
The third voice I try to keep on the shelf
It’s the one telling me to kill myself
It’s constant and consistent, every day
It’s amazing I’m able to function this way
Ive managed to stay strong
All along I’ve known
All 3 voices are my own
I hear them, ignore them, or even respond
The three never leave me
I never move on
D.R.L.
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