I hear voices,
can you hear them too?
They tell me things,
things about you.
They tell me you're a liar.
They tell me you're the thief.
They tell me you're worthless,
They tell me you cause grief.
Make them go away.
Be my life savor.
They told me to jump,
told me I'd be doing you a favour.
They tell me you're wrong for me,
fill me with lies and profanity.
These voices, these voices,
Swallow my insanity.
YOU ARE READING
A Poet's Notebook
PuisiI wrote this when I was a depressed freshman in high school.
