Poetry by Joey

A Writing To The Voices In My Head

I’m simply a kid who has his dose of a pen

And an obscure idea running through his head

That makes him think faster than he can write

It reminds me of the time I tried to tie my noose tight

I like to think that I’m a good writer

One who uses language that’s hard to decipher

Because what I write may sound like something to you

But it’s not what I meant to say, nor is it close to being the truth

There’s a beauty to writing lies so effortlessly

To constantly edit and adapt a script so quickly

But for some reason when I lay awake in bed at night

I can’t seem to form my goodbye letter in a format that’s right

So until the day that I can go to bed and not stay awake

I’ll continue to lie and believe and say that I’m honestly okay

Because maybe one day I’ll get this one idea out of my head

And then I won’t be listen to the monster voices that want my last breath

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Author's note: This poem is about being an addict to something. You can be addicted to something/someone good or bad. I think that we lie to ourselves about being addicted to something, but once we admit to ourselves that we have a problem, we can work on it and make ourselves better people. Have a nice day :)