I know it's been a while and while you must have questions,
I ask if you could hold them until after my confession.
I have discovered a new layer of pain,
A struggle that labels us insane.
The voices in your head that never shut up,
And the things that they say that leave
you distraught.
First is the voice that you lost in your
own trails,
Though you may not admit it and stay
in denial.
This voice is who you were from deep in your mind.
Before the world tore out your spine.
It tries to talk and get you to hear it,
But you brush it off as the voice of a
spirit.
It did try so hard and you should have
just listened,
The next voice is one that makes you a victim.
The voice that shows you your failures
long past,
The people you hurt or when you could not last.
When those that you love you know you let down,
And you start to wish you were in the
ground.
The voice even helps you with it and
throws out the dare.
"You're better off dead. No one will care."
The 3rd voice is dangerous in so many ways.
It sticks around and torments for days.
It acts like a bully from so long ago,
It may even act like someone you know.
The whispers, the prods, the putting you down,
The pushing away of those now around.
You don't want their help and their souls you will save,
By putting on the face that's most brave.
"I'm ok. I swear it's just a bad day."
In your most comforting voice you will see them and say.
The torture, the pain, no interest in life,
You would take the leap but you know you'd die twice.
Once by your own hand which isn't so bad.
The second from hurting the family you had.
So you do nothing and hope that one day it will come,
The day when your body can't see the sun.
But remember the message and listen at first,
Or the voices progress and only grow worse.
Copyright© Gavin O'Brien July 18, 2022
