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When The Voices Fade Away
Tear stains on my pillow
Caused by voices in my head
The crazy, lyrical whispers
Wishing I were dead
"When will she cut herself deep enough?"
"Why is she still alive?"
"Why does she cry all by herself?"
"When will she find the knife?"
The voices slowly kill me
They carefully break me down
Tell me to keep on slicing
"Don't worry about the blood-stained ground!"
I put up a drawn out fight
I try to drown them out
One day I will beat them
I WILL cast them out
But for now as I cry
And shed tears of pain
I gather hopes and I pray
That one day I'll be sane
When the voices fade away...
This is really good and I can relate to it so I know where your coming from, I've written some similar stuff.
Nii...I know what you mean..except real people actually said stuff to me like that. They always used to point, stare, whisper..haha...I just don't care to hide it anymore :)
Oh, man. I can sadly relate to this poem. Well.. Rather, I used to. I used to have serious schizophrenia, but they gave me some meds for that (of course.. idiotic doctors) and now it's just been diagnosed as "borderline schizophrenia", because even though the voices are gone, there's still a chance that if I'm pushed far enough, they could come back.
Anyway, on a rather more happy note.. I love the way that you can put words together and make them flow all smooth-like.. It's quite beautiful. Keep it up.
"Pain is the best remedy for poem block."
-Xer0