Voices
All around me
Screaming, shouting, lauging
While I stay silent, crying
I only wish to hear one voice
A voice that will tell me I have no choice
But to be happy and loved
To come out of the hate
To walk to the final gate
I hear voices
I hear them, my hallucinations
They're my mind's creations
But they are so different
Maybe they're what I could be
Or what I will be
But all I know is that there is no hope
I cannot cope
With the voices in and around me
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Inner Silence
PoetryThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.