All the lie hidden behind false smiles <br />The voices overpowering me <br />Creeping it's way inside my head <br />I don't like feeling this way <br />I can't help it, I can't stop it <br /> <br />Somedays I thought I was fine <br />The voices didn't come <br />It was laughter and smiles <br />And then just when I'm happy <br />The voice sneaks back in pulling me into a black hole Again <br />Somedays I wonder when will my life begin <br /> <br />I sit on my bed, As the blade glints in my hand <br />The voice saying Do it Do it you will feel better <br />The radio almost thumps to the beat of my heart <br />It beats faster and faster my head starts to hurt <br /> <br />Now that your bleeding, you stare at the celling <br />It all fades away <br />The voices are happy with there deed <br />The only noise I here now are screams of my mother <br />and sirens outside <br />I close my eyes to shut out the world <br />Who would have thought such a dangerous thing <br />Could give so much peace <br /> <br /> <br />I don't feel pain anymore, I feel so free <br />The only thought that plays <br />Will they forgive me <br /><br />Holly Winsor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-blackhole/
