The voices in my head want me to die,
One day, I promise - I promise I'll fly,
How I'll do it - no one knows,
All I know is that I have to go.
Life sucks, I'm fucked up with O.C.D.,
depression, anxiety and B.P.D.,
Each with a voice screaming loud and clear:
"JUST FUCKING DIE BITCH! WHAT DO YOU FEAR?!"
They are right - I am not afraid,
Why the fuck'm I still here?
Maybe, just maybe, am I waiting for aid?
Help from who? Most certainly not you,
You who left when I needed you,
Yes, that does include you to.
My vision is fading,
They got their way,
As the voices they turn into a distant grey.
YOU ARE READING
My Maze of a Mind
PoetryThese are some of my poems that illustrate how I feel sometimes, some will be happy - others not, so sorry if they depress you. WARNING: these poems may be triggering to some, in particular: The Treachery of the Knives, Beautiful Scarlet and The N...
