little whispers called suicide...

all the maddness that goes on in my head

the little whispers of suicide

at the back of my head

yet never heard

but always there

many things will always be there

things of pain,



the thought of him finding out

the thought of losing him

why do i have to be put through sooo much doubt?

i dont get it and i dont understand

all the whispers...that go off in my head

even the ones that think

im often dead....

it doesnt matter

i wont change

i wont listen

to those stupid games...

only if he still likes me

then ill be happy...

even if i did

try to listen to those

little whispers at the back of my head

the tiny whispers called suicide....

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