I hear voices in my head.
They tell me the world is going to end.
Why?
I do not know,
I do not care,
But the voices,
So many voices,
Voices of sorrow,
Voices of deep depression,
They will not leave me alone.
Dear god,
Kill me now.
Make them leave.
Make them suffer.
They must all suffer.
No,
I’m not them,
I am myself,
Not their puppet.
They can’t control me.
But the voices are so persistent.
They just won’t stop…
I’m in my attic,
Crying my eyes out,
A gun to my head,
The voices tell me not to do it.
But it’s just so tempting.
Ending the madness,
Ending the suffering.
I must do it…
I must…
Troy Clark And Neal Simons
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-35/
