Constant curse


Always wishing for death's embrace,
My mind a prison, my soul unrest.
To rise from bed too much a strain,
When I would rather stay at rest.
No joy in life, I yearn for death,
A gun against my head, a knife to my chest.
Voices in my mind, a constant curse,
Their whispers haunt me, always first.

I love you, they all said, like a sweet lie,
Until they heard my secrets, held so close.
To love me now, they'd fear what I'd do,
For I'm a prisoner, my love a hostage too

  • Author: nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2024 21:31
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 4
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