The Voices

by Brian   Feb 27, 2004


The Voices

I hear voices,
There trying to take my choices,
They tell me to do things,
Things that make me cringe.

I try to block them out,
but they always manage to spout,
I don't like the things they tell,
I'm sure I'm a daemon, a daemon from hell.

They tell me to hurt people,
Kill people,
then watch their blood pour,
pour like treacle.

I cant take it anymore,
My life it feels like a chore,
A chore to the voices,
No more do i have choices.

I go to the kitchen and take a knife,
now it is time to end my life,
Ive put up with this for 13 years,
As i slash my wrists, my eyes shed tears.

I drop to my knees as the blood begins to spill,
Never before have i had such a thrill,
Knowing its all about to end,
To god, my soul, to you i lend.

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  • 22 years ago

    by Tara J Laboucan

    Brian dont be so depressed i am a suicide victim, i had suicide spirits, but one day i went to church and i was called up, cause the preacher felt my pain, God saw me and he helped me, now i am still alive, yes every person stives, but, when yor in your weakest days just pray to God and ask for help, do it right now, please i know you dont know me i feel your pain, thats how i felt i couldnt take it anymore but i remember people love me and would hurt to have me gone so would your family, just pray to God, and use your talent of poetry...

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