Voices

PoeticBiscuit

These voices in my head are so loud,

Bursting at the seams as if they can come out,

My ears ringing,

Fingers bleeding,

From scratching at my head,

Crying so much my eyes turning red,

They tell me to do bad things,

If I don’t they scream till my ears rings,

They yell at me all night and rest during the day,

They make my life so stressful I wish they’d go away,

My therapist says that the voices aren’t real,

But then how can she explain all of this pain that I feel?

  • Author: PoeticBiscuit (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2019 00:54
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 22
  • User favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan.
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    I don't know - can you think of good, pleasant, happy things, etc? They could replace the voices, or at least somewhat, I think.

    • PoeticBiscuit

      Anything’s possible! It’s always worth a shot.

    • Neville

      I hope these words are the product of a keen imagination & not autobiographical..... but if they are... I suggest you politely go ask to change your therapist... Neville

      • PoeticBiscuit

        They are just imagination. I used to have a lot of problems with doubt where it felt as if there were voices in my mind putting me down. That’s where the inspiration is driven from.

        I was quickly posting this and totally forgot to do an authors note, sorry!

        • Neville

          no worries..

        • dusk arising

          Maybe, just maybe the pain is your real nice self being horrified by/hurt by/disgusted by (you choose) the horrible side of your thoughts?

          Which is proof you're that nice guy.

          • PoeticBiscuit

            Interesting, you might’ve have gave me an idea for another write. Thank you, you’re a nice guy as well!

          • Christina8

            I'm sure this is poetic license at work, and if it is you are doing a great job! Keep writing, PB!

            • PoeticBiscuit

              That warms my chest. Thank you for the kind words.

              • Christina8

                No problem, PB!

              • Poetic Dan

                No one but ourselves my friend, my sit round a table now but so do throw chairs!
                I once did a writting about sitting for tea with my head demon next time it kicked down the door.
                This reminds of that time, thanks for sharing yours
                Much peace and respect

                • PoeticBiscuit

                  That sounds like a really interesting write, perhaps I need to check it out when I have time?

                  • Poetic Dan

                    I'll try to find lol

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