Shuttup!

I felt so rock-solid in my decison when I first made it, and now, I know that I made the right choice, but they're pushing me closer and closer to odd methods of destruction :?

Their voices

surround me

like the muggy air

that I breathe.

 

Opinions

assumptions

factless rants

scratch on the inside of my head,

ripping guages

in truth.

 

My friends,

his friends,

are trying desperately

to convince me

to drown

in fake love.

 

I wonder if they know

that with every word

that flys out

of their filthy mouths

I come closer and closer

to falling into the dark pit

of despair

they're ripped open.

 

Nothing is private anymore.

Secrets are just a silly joke

little girls whisper

in the dark.

 

It's hilarious

that I once trusted

thses monsters

who run away

at teh first whisper

on the idea

that they might be wrong.

Be gone.

 

The decison I plotted

so carefully

with so much thought,

cemented by time.

is being ripped apart,

torn off its foundation.

 

Pushed to the edge,

I strange the throats

that push their screams

to me.

 

"Be gone"

I whiser quietly,

as the lifeless bodies

fall to the floor.

Author's Note

Does the ending of this poem have an eerie ending to it? Or is it just me?...

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

I knew someone who use to cut, interesting it was to know her. Aside from that little bit of history, killing voices in one mind isn't scary but silencing an actual voice of another comes will time of 20 to life. However thinking and writing it is free to express :) People don't know that their words have power or they don't care, so they can tease and push a person to self destruct. Introspective write of how bullies can lead someone to hurt them self.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

brilliant work!!