- Slow Poison-
To: the voices, stay shut...
These voices in my head
Are walking me to death,
Not letting me sleep,
Not letting me breath,
Not letting me see,
What I am (for myself).
"Am I what they say?
An ugly face?
A fatty body?
Noise for voice?
Just a waste of air?"
They are blocking my melody
By screaming my names
Adding more to the hate
That I hold for myself.
They are not letting me hear
What music I am (for myself).
"Am I what they say?
Not worth their time?
Holding on to?
To even cry for?
Or of their words too?"
These voices in my head
Are walking me to death.
I am beginning slow poisoned
Since the day of my birth.
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YOU ARE READING
all the poems i ever wrote..
Spiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
