Voices Of Trust?

"Do it!" says the voice in my head

"Hurry up!" it says again

I try to resist

I try to ignore

But I still hear the pounding

in my head.

"They're not going to listen to you," it says as it laughs,

"No one cares what you do,

You may as well get it over with,

They'll be happy,

They'll be proud."

I try to block it out

But it laughs once more

And I feel myself

Stepping away from the door

I look out the window

As the light turns to dark

Maybe it's right

I think to myself

I pick up the blade

I twirl it swiftly in my hands

Should I? I ask

"Yes," the voice says once again

I peel up my sleeves

To decide on what hand

Maybe Right , maybe left

What about both?

"Get it over with!"

Shouts the voice

I begin to get nervous

I shake like a leaf

Im scared now I say to the voice

"But they want you dead," it says.

"Dont you want them to be proud!"

I listen to the voice,

I agree to what it says

And as I put the knife to my wrist

I hear banging on the door.

"What's taking you so long," says mum

"Don't worry i'll be gone soon," I say outloud

"Why's the door locked," she says,

As she begins panicking.

"What are you doing!" She shouts.

As I quickly slide the knife over my left wrist

The door barges open,

Mum stands there in shock and as I fall to my ending,

I smile and say my final words,

Did I make you proud ?