My Attempt At Slam Poetry

A poem for the voice

A poem for the voice
That lives inside my head
That is clawing on the walls
And begging me to be led.
A poem for the voice
That tells me all my sins
That call me nasty things
And that's how it begins.
What do I mean by this?
It tells me how it is.
Selfish little prick
Inconsiderate dick
You belong in a padded room
Don't worry you'll be there soon.
Everyone Hates You
Don't Listen They Don't Mean It
They Don't Care About You
Why Haven't You Died Yet?
So this is a poem
To the voice in my head
That won't shut up
No matter how much I beg it.

Xx Thank you for reading my bitching. I haven't been doing too well recently on the mental part. Usually when I'm not doing well mentally there's like a little voice in my head telling me this kinda shit and worse so yeah. xX