depressionofbecca

Voices echoing

You see,

Life is really hard for me

I cut

I harm

I burn

And I feel like no one really cares

I try to stay strong like people say

But, do they really know how hard it is 

What is going on in my head

How the voices keep telling me things

Hurtful things

The voices come and they go

But they always seem to be here

I tell them to go to stop echoing around me 

They don't listen 

I dont know what to do

 

 

 

Comments3

  • fallenAngel1🕊

    I'm sorry for your unfortunate situation,I find poetry to be a great crutch because it provides a source of so many words to express ourselves. I hope it works for you as it does for me,..and many others I'm sure. Thank you for having the courage to share. Stay strong🌟

  • Doggerel Dave

    This is perhaps a 'where fools rush in....' type contribution:
    I know nothing about your group home or the kind of care provided where you are, but on the evidence of just your poem, I'd suggest you need more intervention than mere residence in a group home. Perhaps you are receiving this...

    Take care of yourself.

    • depressionofbecca

      Thanks for understanding I need more care, but the people of the group home fail to see this. They dont understand nor do my parents. i just wish I was able to be free of this.

      • Doggerel Dave

        If you are not getting it, you need qualified professional (Perhaps from a Psychiatrist) help. The voices at least need to be attended to.

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      • melellendixon

        this is so powerful. i understand where you're coming from and it's comforting being able to relate to something like this. "I burn" is such a beautiful line.



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