Voices
There are voices in my head
One no more stronger than the other
They tell me I am worthless
That I have no purpose
I've grown to hate those voices
That shower me with such hurt
Then one voice stands out
A mere whisper
It tells me that peace
Is just a finger snap away
Suddenly they voices speak as one
The words they speak are familiar
They are the words I wrote down so long ago
The ones I wished I never said
As I sit behind a tree
I think of the last line
"Death welcomes me into its arms my pain ceases, my peace begins."
I take the razor blade
Press it hard against my wrist
The voice in my head they cheer me on
One more step and I'll be gone
With their nudge I glide it across
Just like that final line my pain ceased and my peace began
The voices are quiet
My head is mine
All it took was my suicide
One no more stronger than the other
They tell me I am worthless
That I have no purpose
I've grown to hate those voices
That shower me with such hurt
Then one voice stands out
A mere whisper
It tells me that peace
Is just a finger snap away
Suddenly they voices speak as one
The words they speak are familiar
They are the words I wrote down so long ago
The ones I wished I never said
As I sit behind a tree
I think of the last line
"Death welcomes me into its arms my pain ceases, my peace begins."
I take the razor blade
Press it hard against my wrist
The voice in my head they cheer me on
One more step and I'll be gone
With their nudge I glide it across
Just like that final line my pain ceased and my peace began
The voices are quiet
My head is mine
All it took was my suicide