Alone in my closet
I sit and stare
And wait for voices
to tell me they're there...
They've been with me
Since I was a teen
I've learned to cope
Though I'm no queen.
In my mind I have six
and a crowd who babble
It's sometimes like
they are all playing scrabble
I've learned to function
with them all there,
Once voice is nice and
I know she cares
The rest are mean
and tell me what to do
Shouting orders
Leaving me with no clue
I've tried everything
To get them to go
but they won't listen
when I say no
I have a few theories
about what they are
ghosts trapped without bodies
or aliens from afar
I take medicine
to keep them calm
It keeps them quiet
but not for long
Earplugs are a must
for me these days
Without them my life
goes by in a daze
There are a few things
I'm willing to confess
With these voices
My life is a mess
I can't work much and
I can't do some things
It's living a nightmare
that just stays and clings
They order me to kill myself
On a regular basis
I fight to stay alive
live on the oasis
There is a high rate
of suicide
I understand why
nothing abides
Imagine your worst fears
all coming true
Then imagine what
You think you'd do
Drown yourself,
Slit your wrists
Take all the pills
Oh I insist!
You're worthless
useless, nothing you are!
Just kill yourself already
Drown in a car.
You see it's hard
but I'm used to it
I just go on and
take their shit
Author notes
Sorry the rhyme is off a bit. I wrote this in about 5 minutes.
A contest entry
- the voices... by Slaughter Lord.
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Comments
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I like this. its really good. good luck
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Good write. Most people who have this condition of the mental illness, which it is Schizophernia, and they are nice one minute and mean one minute. Also, they think everyone are after them or hearing voices. They can't help it sometimes.
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Beautiful work as always Chelle,
I loved the rhyme and wow 5 minutes??? You're a true artist, lost of love always here youtr friend,
Georgia xx



