NO Makeup Part 2

                                                         

     Quiet,

No daemons,

Whispering.

 

Hand moves

On its

Own

 

Reaches for-

-for

The knife

 

They’re back.

 

Screaming,

Crying,

Laughing,

Sighing

 

Above all

Taunting,

Ridiculing.

 

Head’s pounding

So many voices

 

All screaming

Trapped inside.

 

Hands on

My ears

Trying to block out

The screams

 

Wish for

The silence of

A moment

Ago

 

Take the

Knife,

From the floor,

Back into

My grasp

 

If I end

I wonder

Will

 The silence

Come back

Hands shaking

Take the

Knife

To my throat

 

Quaking

Thinking of what must be done

 

Screams louder

Deafening

In

 My head

 

And with

One

Swift motion,

 

I know.

 

I’m dead.

 

Sooooooooooo

How was it ?????

Do you guys want part one ??????

Comment plz, this is my first “story” though it’s a poem

                                                                                                                                                      ~DinaNik