The Voices

As the first tear falls,
haunting thoughts and
dreaded memories
like to fill up to the rim,
almost over flowing
in my fucked up head.
Everyone around is
staring at me,
or even what it feels like
is just them all
screaming my name,
until I really need to get out.
This goddamn town is
really on my nerves now.
I need to get away and
find a quick way out.
The voice keeps screaming,
telling me I'm hopeless
and a lot damn more,
then leaves me feeling worthless,
even more than before,
which is a lot to say
to someone like me.
I have a lot of fears now,
more than someone normal should have.
I guess I'm kind of fucked now,
but I'd be lieing if I said
that from the beginning,
I've had my suspicions.
I may look happy,
unless someone looked close,
but honestly dear,
the only way to catch me really smiling,
is to slice me ear to eat.

Reviews

[wyrd]

a cry of pain is hard to hear, and why is that? Honesty a communication style to hard for most to try or to hear. Good work to be able to listen to the cries of pain and to speak it for others to hear.