Head in the Clouds {Poetry}

The Voices

emptiness is my home, my one safe place.

i don't walk anywhere without that ache in my chest.

i always feel sadness and the dark embrace.

the voices in my head, screaming and never to rest.

do it, do it.

i swear i'm going to die tonight.

even with quick wit, i wouldn't dare spit.

these voices have invaded my soul, my mind and they bite.

and you see, no one would see me as the girl with scars.

no one would see me as the girl who holds her pillow close and cries.

at my fifteenth year, you wouldn't think i would be behind these bars.

my mind spins so many lies, i can barely look anyone in the eyes.

do it, do it, do it, do it.

the voices are so strong now, i can barely hold on.

oh wait, it's too late, just one slit.

i just want to sleep, sleep until dawn.

dawn will never come, the light will never touch my dark soul.

i swear to anyone watching me, i will die tonight.

i've dug myself such a large hole.

even after many years, this pain may lower a slight.

do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.

these voices are so heavy on my shoulders.

my eyes once were graced with the night so moonlit.

i just want someone to take my hand not hers.

my exhaustion is taking over and it only helps the voices.

blow after blow, the bruising and pain, the cut after cut.

i am so empty i can't make any choices.

this is a door i will never fully shut.

you've done it.

blood seeping, running down my vein in a rush to escape.

i've buried myself so far down in this pit.

you see my scars, only a scrape.

but no one sees the pain, and that makes it hell.