I hear voices in my head. <br />They tell me the world is going to end. <br />Why? <br />I do not know, <br />I do not care, <br />But the voices, <br />So many voices, <br />Voices of sorrow, <br />Voices of deep depression, <br />They will not leave me alone. <br />Dear god, <br />Kill me now. <br />Make them leave. <br />Make them suffer. <br />They must all suffer. <br />No, <br />I’m not them, <br />I am myself, <br />Not their puppet. <br />They can’t control me. <br />But the voices are so persistent. <br />They just won’t stop… <br />I’m in my attic, <br />Crying my eyes out, <br />A gun to my head, <br />The voices tell me not to do it. <br />But it’s just so tempting. <br />Ending the madness, <br />Ending the suffering. <br />I must do it… <br />I must…<br /><br />Troy Clark And Neal Simons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-35/
