I found more edgy poems
Why'd you do it?
Why'd you do it?
Why'd you do it?
What did I do?
I don't know!
Would the voices go away?
I'm afraid they're leading me astray.
The voices.
They're in my head.
They tell me things.
They told me to.
You were my help.
You were my light.
You were.
You are no longer.
And the blood is on my hands.
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it.
The voices told me to.
The voices haunt me.
My help has gone.
My light has faded.
My life
Nothing more than a sadistic mess
The knife was too tempting.
The time was too right.
Don't die on me!
It's too late.
You're dead.
And the blood is on my hands.
