Hallucinations
They’re what I see
Emily and Jerry
They’re apart of me
A cruel Voice
Lives inside my head
Speaking hurtful thoughts like
‘I wish you were dead’
Imaginary scenes
Happen 24/7
I’ve been self-harming
Since I was 11
I jumped off a balcony
Voice hoping for me to die
But I only hurt my back
It only made me cry
The Voice didn’t want anyone to know
So instead it made me lie
After all it was V’s fault
That I jumped from way up high
When I came back
Voice knew I would crack
Because the Voice knew
That it would give my friend a panic attack
I tried to explain
But she didn’t understand
So I fell in a dark hole
Like the Voice had planned
Should I make a book of my poems? Oh and by the way my poems are true. Yes I did jump off a balcony but please, if you’re reading this, don’t do anything bad to yourself. People care about you and they always will.