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.