Voices
People sleep at night
I’m awake with fright
The voices tell me to do it
I don’t see them with a candle lit
I hear the voices in my head
you won’t believe what they said
they want me too hurt things
especially when i hear the dings
When i hear the things they are mad
they took all the memories i had
the happy ones anyway
no matter what i do they stay
They torcher me in so many ways
I never get a say
They tell me too hurt
Then i have to wear a long-sleeve shirt
When they tell me too cut
they tell me not too keep the door shut
they want me to get in trouble
but they won’t under all the ruble
they told me too hurt other things
if i don't i hear the dings
They got really mad
They made me really sad
When i get sad i have too hurt
but the voices always tend to lurk
Copyright © Mercedes Hanson | Year Posted 2014
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