Voices call to me
And I can't see a thing
Chanting manipulations and
Sometimes the voices sing
They are the whispers in the dark
What do I do now?
They're my only friends.
The voices that keep telling me,
Telling me that this all should end
And end soon.
My friends are the
Whispers in the dark
YOU ARE READING
Nobody's Poems
PoetrySome of these poems are really depressing. But I hope you enjoy them if you want to read them.
