The voices
It's dark, i can't see
All i see is red
All i hear are these voices in my head
Asking me what i'm afraid of or
Why i'm not listening to them
Telling me i should be afraid of everyone as
They are not my friends
That they hate me
As i sit on this floor
Blood dripping down my wrists
As i cry
As these thought tell me i'm not
Good enough
That i deserve the pain
I can't seem to wrap my head around
Why i sit in the back of the classroom
Wearing bracelets hiding my scars
As i wonder why im listing to these voices
Like they are the monsters under my bed
but instead they are In my head scaring me
telling me i am the monster that no one
Will ever love or understand.
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems I write they always have something that I've seen or have done or I feel hope you enjoy it
