shes hiding in her bedroom
her blood splattered on the floor
her blade in her hand
her back to the door
she has a reason yaknow
theres a voice in her head
saying:your not good enough
saying: you deserve to be dead
she looks in the mirror
and burst into tears
the voice comes again
pounding in her ears
you deserve all this
every single cut
you deserve to die
you stupid little slut
your right she thought to her self
I deserve it all
I don't deserve to be here
all it needs is one big fall
she went to write a note
but she threw them in the bin
word could never describe
how she let the voice in
do it! do it!
you fat ugly cow
she stepped onto the ledge
she had to do it now
it taunts her
when she's lying in her bed
it screams bad thoughts
and whispers lies in her head
she took a breath
all she wants is silence
her own mind back
the only answer was violence
now she knew
as long her heart was beating
the voice would be there
always repeating
no one even heard her
as quiet as mice
she finally got her silence
but her life was the price
YOU ARE READING
is it still a joke now?
PoetryThe utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
