Voices
The voices that I hear
That relish all my tears
They echo in my head,
Make me wish I was dead.
They make my head pound
When there’s nobody around.
I’m going insane,
And all my attempts are in vain.
I’ve become psychotic
And my life is chaotic.
They’re ruining all my dreams,
And they’ve broken through the seams.
They beat me down, those awful voices,
Destroying me with their dreadful noises.
Thousands and thousands crashing in waves
Haunting me until I’m in my grave.
Copyright © Justin Brightly | Year Posted 2023
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