When your sitting all alone, thats when it hits.
The heartache, the depression and the calls of suicide.
I hear it in my head, the voice saying im not enough that i shouldnt be here.
It whispers to me all of my flaws and all of my mistakes.
Its silent when in the company of others until they leave or walk away.
As soon as im alone it comes flooding back like an ocean churning from a brewing storm
It doesn't like being ignored, it loves being heard and making my life a hell i cant exscape.
It whispers words of hurt how ill only exscape if i end it myself.
But i cant nor will i, for it is my voice to tame and my hell to live with.
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Love And Death
PoetryPoem that describes the hurt of being alone, forgotten too, as well as losing the person you love.
