A Collection of Poems

The Voice

The voice inside my head is labelled a demon.

The words of  a devil not to be repeated

Play on replay inside

But the demons still hide

Inside my mind

Words so unkind

I would repeat to no one but myself.

The voice inside my head is obsessed with my death.

It speaks of how it wishes to rob my each and every breath.

It forces my lungs

To shrivel

up

As I gasp and beg for fresh air

The kind that would fill my lungs and my heart, a breeze flowing through my hair.

The voice inside my head is addicted to sadness.

She encourages me to stay in bed all day, stay silent, drift away.

She picks me apart

Piece by piece

And I put myself back together

With all the pieces in the wrong places

Leaving too many blank spaces.

The Voice inside my head is an enemy.

She wants enough sleeping pills for a lifetime of sleep;

Nooses and guns to prevent me seeing the springtime.

She creates immense fear in me

Crippling doubt; is there a future for me to see?

She whispers from the darkest parts

Blocking the arteries to my heart.

The Voice inside my head isn't a stranger.

This demon and enemy is a voice I've always been familiar with.

She isn't visiting, she's at home in my mind,

If only I could find the voice to kick her out

But that's impossible to do

And I'll never be free

Because that Voice is me.