Voices
Voices
Chaos all around me....the voices in
my head won't silence themselves. The scars
on my arms are my failed attempts to
get rid of them. The scars on my legs are
of a past that I still can't shake.
The scars on my heart mark me for what I am.
Broken, beaten, and damned.
I beg the voices to cease but they just
laugh mockingly back at me. Tears they
stream down my cheeks, their acid on my skin.
Burning rivers in already burned skin.
My knees are weak and the ground seems
friendly despite the stakes pointing up
at me.
I pray to all the Gods but they just
watch behind serene masks. They don't
feel the pain of the voices in my head.
They can't save me from something they can't
see. See the voices are just like me they
long to be free.
My knees are gone to destroyed were they
to hold me up and the stakes pierce skin
but I don't cry out. My voice won't work,
my throat closed up, and the voices have ceased.
All along the voices had been me.
I cannot stand. I cannot fall. But I am
happy now. The Gods answered after all. The
voices are gone, theres peace in my head, my tears
no longer acid, my cheeks no longer burned. I am
freed from hell. I am free from myself.
In memory of all those who have felt their was no way out except Suicide. You are not forggotten, you are not hated. You are loved and we will always miss you.
Chaos all around me....the voices in
my head won't silence themselves. The scars
on my arms are my failed attempts to
get rid of them. The scars on my legs are
of a past that I still can't shake.
The scars on my heart mark me for what I am.
Broken, beaten, and damned.
I beg the voices to cease but they just
laugh mockingly back at me. Tears they
stream down my cheeks, their acid on my skin.
Burning rivers in already burned skin.
My knees are weak and the ground seems
friendly despite the stakes pointing up
at me.
I pray to all the Gods but they just
watch behind serene masks. They don't
feel the pain of the voices in my head.
They can't save me from something they can't
see. See the voices are just like me they
long to be free.
My knees are gone to destroyed were they
to hold me up and the stakes pierce skin
but I don't cry out. My voice won't work,
my throat closed up, and the voices have ceased.
All along the voices had been me.
I cannot stand. I cannot fall. But I am
happy now. The Gods answered after all. The
voices are gone, theres peace in my head, my tears
no longer acid, my cheeks no longer burned. I am
freed from hell. I am free from myself.
In memory of all those who have felt their was no way out except Suicide. You are not forggotten, you are not hated. You are loved and we will always miss you.