The Voice Before I Sleep

The Voice before I Sleep A musical voice calls to me, whispers my name. Sickly sweet, supportive and warm, the voice tempts me to darkness, Where teasing and being judged never happens. Darkness I welcome sleeping all the time. Death sings a sweet song, a song only I can hear. A whisper of peace with no tragedy ever again. Everyone has gone, in my solitary moment suicide awaits. Telling me all the right things I want to hear. People will not hurt if I’m gone. No one loves me, no one will hurt and I can release this inner pain, this hell I’m in. A homesick angel, death wipes the tears from my eyes. Come home I will keep you safe, No more teasing, laughing, or worrying about how you look to others. Then I look in my family eyes, and see them smile… I can handle one more day, just one more day with them Before one day I return home.