The voices in my head,
Are driving me insane,
They all speak to me like im dead.
I’m done with this mental pain.
Im just killing time,
As time slowly kills me,
If only it would be sooner,
As I cannot be;
im in this constant loop,
Suffering my own despair.
I just need an escape route.
And someone that can care.
Im calling out for you,
Im calling for a saviour.
I need help, I need a friend,
As I have a roller-coaster of behaviour,
Rage, depression and obsessive thoughts of murder,
Just consume me of all my own power,
Im just going insane, I can’t deal with it any more.
I just need a helping hand, as I cower-
Away from my own thoughts, my own voice.
My soul feels as though its been ripped away.
And the devil is hovering over me.
But I swear im okay.
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Author:
SadisticSatanist (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2015 08:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Like most of my own poetry, i wrote this to express myself on paper. I hope you like it, and please leave feedback. Thanks, SS
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 77
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Comments2
i really like how your poems are intense and deep
I just can't put this into words but just to say Oh my god you are
a great poet I love u and im huge fan of u
haha thats great, i'm already starting to get a fan base
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