Count To Three

The voices in my head an I agree this has lasted too long

My demons and me agree the pain is done tagging along

The preacher says I need to keep hanging on

But I've given up sanity 

Thrown away reality

And given into insanity

The voices say count to three

Then drink

And I say here we go

One, two, three, drink

I clear my throat

One, two, three, drink

I raise my glass 

Screw social class

I scream "Baby I don't love you anymore!" 

And keep chugging along

Now I'm hallucinating you're with me

It's so hard to see

I think the walls have started to breathe

I've lost my mind

Along with the time

Baby, I'm barely holding on 

This has gone on too long

I hate this place

As my mind is lost to space

Next morning I wake up covered in mud

I look at my arm and I think "Oh God that's blood!"

I gave into my old vices

Suffered from my own devices

I fall to my knees

Father please

With all your expertise 

I need you to save me

I had to hit rock bottom 

To admit I can't handle this problem 

Just don't let my cries be forgotten 

The voices in my head an I no longer agree

My demons are barking up the wrong tree

The preacher still believes 

I need to keep hanging on

And now I'm going strong!  

Reviews

[Riley Justine]

A lot of truth to this poem. I really appreciated this one. Really good job.

[DoormanDan]

This is a great poem! We all go through hard times at some point in our lives, but we have to stay strong, because things will get better eventually. Great job!

[Dannyisawriter]

Thanks so much! :D