The Sickness

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They say I am not normal, different but in a bad way

Voices only I can hear

Haunt my very soul

They want me locked up and away

But I know that won't help

It only gives them more control

My very mind is lost

Far too gone to be saved

A bullet to the head should do it

The voices said

My hands tremble as I hold the gun

Pull the trigger

They say, and away you will finally be

Free from all the fear and the pain

But I knew too well

Never listen to the voices

Oh; but one time I did

And now, I'm starting all over again

Trying to win

Before the sickness takes me again

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