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little voices inside my head

they keep pounding on the door

they want me to take some pills

they want me to take more and more

cutting open my insides

trying to break free

they want me to take these drugs

they want me to see

mary jane she aint that bad

shell be your very bestfriend

just spend some cash to get bashed

and on cloud nine youll be

just another teenager

singing the same sad song

about how they cant live their life

about how everything is wrong

just another kid

going to waste away

throwing their life in the garbage

but some how cant throw the pain away

dont get me wrong

i did my best

each and every day

Until the point I realized

I was getting no where this way

So I thought

What's the point

I might as well have fun

If im going to screw up my life

I might as well be drunk

But the tears they fall

And I can't stop the pain

Never in my life did I think

That I would end up this way

Inside my head I scream

But outside im calm

I can't make these thoughts go away

Every second

A bad one goes

Off like a bomb

Im not Christian

So tell me

Why I scream to god

To take me

Off this awful earth

Let me be

Dead and gone

Why I pray all the time

I pray for a reason to live

Even though I have sinned

My body is cold

My eyes are red

Im sitting her shaking

I be for cravings

Like theres no tomorrow

My heart

Is pounding and aching

I feel the numbness

Run down my side

Though the pain remians

I feel my heart

Slowing down

My eyes

They become vacant

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