6. Poem

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Music is a type of poem. I wrote this song and songs are poems.

I am a poet and I didn't even know it. 

Anyway, here is this song but since I can't sing it or present it how it is sung, it is a poem.

TW 

(Self harm, hearing things, being lost.)

This voice it shouts at me.
Pushing me over the edge.
I curl up in a ball.
Unsure where to go next.

I hear them all the time.
Grab the blade they say.
But there is no one, no one here to save me.
From the voice in my head.

This person calls to me.
Bagging on the door.
It gets a grasp of me.
Throwing me out the door.

There is no going back.
I listen to it now.
And now there's no way, no way left to save me.
From the voice in my head.

There is no going back.
It's wish is my command.
I got lost in the tracks.
No one can save me now.

The scars are permanent.
You can't erase the marks.
There's not one person, one person who gives a fuck.

Oh no.
There is no me left.
I am a part of them.
There's not one person, one person who gives a shit.

Oh no.
There is on one here to save me.
From the voice in my head.
Now there's no one, no one who can save me.
From the voice in my head.

The person follows me.
I can't hide.
Oh no.
Can't save me.

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