Poetry Suicidal Tenancies

[MissSoulfulPoetKat]

(Note: I have posted this on another site and I'd appreciate a little feedback....)


All these thoughts running rampant


Oh how they twist and turn inside my brain


The way they haunt my every dream


I'll never be free


How can I ever truly be free of these thoughts?


Can I get away forever?


What can I possibly do to escape?


Voices in my head now


Always speak of something


I used to ignore them


Oh how they spoke of such sweet freedom away from these devious thoughts


I never believed them of course


But now I see truth in each word


They say self harm is a bad thing


They say it'll do you no good.


They obviously never tried it


They obviously never felt like me before


There are many ways to end this


Oh dear how do those choices pop out


And in such clever ways~


Guns


Knives


Ropes


Pills


Water


Oh the choices just jump out at me


But the question still stands


What will I choose?


Others fancy me mad


Others simply call me sad


Oh how off they truly are.


They can call me what they please


They can treat me any which way


They'll never understand


At least....until I'm dead.