Escape

Can’t escape the voices inside my brain

Sometimes medication doesn’t do a thing

They’re tearing at me

They wont let it be

The slightest slight

The smallest insult

They remind me every day and night

Scream at me

Tell me its time for revenge

I don’t want it

I don’t want it

Do i?

They’re the voices inside my own head

So

They’re me aren’t they?

At least a little bit

But they wont stop screaming

I just want them to stop

I don’t want to do what they say

God couldn’t save me that day

Medication cant save me now

Whats left

Who’s left

But me

© 2020 David

Comments

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on August 06, 2020:

Your poetry is deeply reflective, and though a little troubling, writing the feelings down is very cathartic. well-written.