My worst enemy!

    My present life, well it was amazing. My future looked bright and happy. Although my past was horrific, I've overcome it. At least that's what I thought. So about a year after it all started I write down a poem. To try and give anyone a thought as to why I died. So they'll know and believe I was t just crazy. Why didn't they believe me before it came to this?

My present was happy
My future looked bright
My past was forgotten
Everything was alright

But then I got dreams
Dreams of my awful past
I tried to wait till they stopped
But they would just last and last

Those weren't the worst
Cause then came the voices
Who should I tell
Choices choices

First I told Amy
My very best friend
She said I was crazy
Our friendship came to an end

I was slightly wary
But this time I knew
I wouldn't tell the horrific details
But I'd keep the the story true

So I told my boyfriend
His name was Brian
He laughed and said to scare him
I'd have to keep on trying

So then I tried my mom
Who said I was just joking
She wanted to keep our social standing
my problem went on, no one noticing

Turns out Amy told the school
Well one person told a another
Until everyone knew about it
My family had no cover

So we plummeted down
The social ladder
That's when they took me to a therapist
Instead of scary voices now they're sadder

Telling me I don't deserve a future
Because of my past
Telling me life is pain
No happiness would last

I never did believe them
I just wanted them gone
They were slowly turning me insane
So just before dawn

I write this note a year after
I had the first dream
Now those times are my past too
With these voices nothing's as it seems

My worst enemy is my memories
I can't take it anymore
I put the pen down
Take the gun from the floor

With shaking hands I wonder
Has it really come to this
My present and future have shattered
I'll miss many memories like my first kiss

My worst enemy is my memories
One last time I scream
For the voices to go away
Nothing happens, tears stream

I stop my screaming and before I shoot
There's something I have to say
Why am I shooting my head not my heart
The voices are in my brain

One last phrase I said loud and clear
For everyone to hear
But not to loud so no one stops
The release I need to feel

I utter two words
"I tried."
I've finally learned
You can't beat what's inside