I can hear their voices,
in the back of my mind,
when I cover my ears,
when I hear a door slam.
I can still hear him yelling,
when I'm sound and asleep.
I can still hear her crying,
when she's stopped her loud weep.
I can still hear him crying,
on the floor, slowly rocking,
as he tries to keep all his demons,
inside to protect me.
The music is loud,
louder than them.
Yet I still hear their voices,
crawling their way in.
Inside my head,
where they don't plan to leave.
I try to control it,
before it's too late.
But I guess it's my blood,
to fear the dark voices,
that roam in my head.
I was made this way,
I can't put it to sleep.
Days are passing by,
and time is running out.
I don't want to lose this fight,
but I fear I'll never win.
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To Whom It May Concern {Poems}
PoesiaJust some poems I write when inspiration hits at two in the morning. Some people have told me they're good, so why not give them a chance?
