Voices
Voices in my head are spinning
All my actions considered sinning
Wishing at times I could start back at the begging
Looking to the future;
See no way of winning
Trying to listen to what they say
Useing only instict to make my way
No one to listen;
Yet plenty to say
Searching deep down
The good times and bad
Tellin myself
Life isn't that bad
Knowing all my choices could not have been wrong
Others around me
Still I feel so alone
Looking back at my life
Wondering where it has gone
29 years,
not seeming that long
Searching and searching
For the source of my pain
Knowing for sure I am not quiet sane
Why I am here is not yet plain
Knowing there has to be something to gain
Scaring myself with the things that I "know"
Living in this body with such an old soul
Dealing with this " sickness" is taking it's toll
Waiting for my turn feel I've lost my roll
Standing on the sideline as this life passes me by
Fearing the day when it is my turn to die
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