I've recently been
hearing small voices
in my head.
Telling me they'd
rather me dead.
*
I thought at first,
I'm only dreaming.
But my dreams
became reality when
I stopped breathing.
*
After a while,
They start to nag.
They whisper things
like,
"Gag, gag, gag."
*
I've recently noticed,
how fat I really am.
They told me so,
and now I'm
choking on my hand.
*
I'm done and
I hit my head and I
scream for mercy.
But the only respone
is
"You're still worth nothing."
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry.
JugendliteraturPoetry seems to be the only way I can express myself, so I thought I should post it online. All poetry is mine until further noted. ©
