You try to quiet the voices in your mind
They are not kind
They tell you're running out of choices
You wish someone would stop and knock on your door
To have someone know you couldn't take it anymore
The pain becomes too much to bear
Everyday you were fighting an invisible terror
Everyday you'd wake up and not want to try again
The darkness all around
And the only sound
Was the voices in your head
Telling you, you have one choice
A rash decision
You decided to make
If you'd only knew how many hearts you'd break
Your memory still lives on
Even though you are gone
I want the essence of you
So I make a concoction to make the smell of you
To find a reason or rhyme to describe
The importance of you
We didn't want you to go
We are haunted by the thought
Of the voice
That made you make that choice
YOU ARE READING
He's Gone Into the Mountains
PoetryI recently lost a very special person to suicide. He was a very special kind of person, the kind who puts everyone else first, the kind who you could tell anything. He didn't deserve this, he didn't want to hurt anyone anymore, but little did he kno...
