A Poem for the Judged

silence

"what's your point for living?"

"you worthless whore."

"just die already, nobody likes you."

the voices wouldn't quit

my mind was a danger to me and everyone else

I was a ticking time bomb ready for destruction from this wretched mind

the voices continued

"nobody likes you."

"get the gun now."

there was no point in arguing

they would repeat the instruction until I did what I was told

"put the gun up to your head."

I did so

"now pull the trigger."

my finger was on the trigger, ready to stop these voices

"DO IT!"

the voice was getting louder

"No."

my voice rang in

"you have no use for this world just leave it now."

"no, you don't control me. you never have and never will."

the voice stopped

I put the gun down and smiled

it was at least gone for another hour