The Voices

She wanders around, walking endlessly alone,
Walking in circles in the place she calls home,
Yet, she knows she's not safe here and she knows she has to leave,
Or the voices will get her and kill her this eve,
The voices in her head cause her agony and torment,
And when the voices whisper, they speak with no repent,
She drowns her sorrow in an acidic bliss,
And she still finds the voices dripping from her lips,
 
"You're not valuable, nobody desires you, just leave and end your pain"
The voices echo these words that rattle at her brain,  
Making her think that she's the one to blame,
"Why are you still here in the house where he died?"
"You could have saved him, if you just widened your eyes"
"You knew he needed you and longed for your love"
"But you didn't care and that was the last shove"
"He ceased his own life here in the room where you slept"
"It'd be easier if you just ended your life and left"
 
She just wants the pain to end and pleads for forgiveness,
But the voices persist they know what she witnessed,
The voices whisper, shriek and shout, darkening her soul,
They blacken the truth, so dark that it resembles coal,
Dark, dirty, buried, impure and bleak,
The truth is concealed and replaced with lies and guilt,
That they know will cause her to be weak,
 
She walks aimlessly around the room, trying to wash out the voices,
But she believes that they're right and has no other choices,
She removes a gun from a box beneath the bed,
And suddenly started to point it towards her head,
"It was my entire fault, I realise now"
"If I had just loved him, cared somehow"
"He would still be here and I wouldn't face the guilt"
"And I wouldn't have to imagine the blood on my quilt"
She draws a long slow breath and it seems to be her last,
She wants to end it, but remembers the past,
"It wasn't my fault; I couldn't make my heart love"
"And I know he wouldn’t want this - he's watching from above"
Her eyes pour with guilt and sorrow,
She replaces the gun, but knows she'll try again tomorrow,
 
The voices never leave her head and she refuses any nourishment,
She punishes herself and listens to their encouragement,
There are times where she's normal, but still plastered with sin,
She knows it's not her fault, but lacks the power from within,
She's listened to the voices for far too long,
And now she believes them - forgetting that they're wrong,
They’re trying to erase her from the world that she knows,
They cause her heartache and her heart slows,
Her heart is braking, living with the guilt,
The images of a man's blood on her quilt,
The voices haunt her and never let her rest,
And they won’t stop until she's dead,
 
The day will arise where she decides to cave in,
The day she decides to let the voices win,
Her family is oblivious to the issues that she faces,
They simply believe it’s one of her phases,
Her parents can’t see the agonising pain hidden beneath the forced smile,
And they don’t question the fact that she’s not been seen in a while,
 
Until they get the heart-breaking call from the police,
They carry on believing their daughter is living in peace,
When in reality she ripping out her hair,
Crying, screaming, living in despair,
She can’t carry on this way, she can’t, and she won’t,
And so she sets sail on the imaginary boat,
The boat sails her far away from the voices,
To a place where she can finally make her own choices,
 
Her body was discovered in a sea of blood,
Her pretty face pale and her eye’s sealed shut,
Beside her lifeless hand is where the gun lies,
And a small bullet is found between her closed eyes,
They check for a pulse, but she’s already passed,
She’s in a place where she can rest at last,
 
Her family is told and they instantly blame each other,
But most of the blame is forced upon the girl’s mother,
The voices creep inside their newly found victim and she collapses,
They start tormenting her and the cycle relapses.
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