The hurt is killing me inside. <br />The pain is destroying me alive. <br />I can’t get rid of those voices <br />In my head, <br /> <br />They wont shut up, <br />They keep telling me I should <br />Be dead. <br />I sit in the corner <br />Saying, “Go away, <br />Leave me alone! ” <br />Why do I have to be you home? <br /> <br />They don’t leave <br />But the intensity grows. <br />Soon enough my frame <br />Will be stone. <br /> <br />I can’t hide from there terror, <br />I clench my knees <br />Hoping the creatures that <br />Cause the grief to <br />Don’t see the pain. <br /> <br />“I’m sick of this! ” <br />I start to run. <br />I’m standing on the bridge <br />Now and I pull <br />Out my gun. <br />And just before <br />It happens <br />I wake up and there gone. <br />And I notice that <br />This day has yet <br />To come.<br /><br />Nicole Rawls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-72/
