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.
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