Voices

In the darkness I feel like I'm falling
I cry for help, desperately calling
To those in my head, to save me from fear
and keep safe from harm the few I hold dear.

And they answer with laughter
a slow building rumble; Increasing in volume
till my will starts to crumble.
They laugh at my weakness, and hold me to blame
for the pain in our mind that coats all in its rain.

They answer with hate, for the things that I've done
and torment me daily with things yet to come.
They call me a coward and I struggle to see,
why these cruel voices cant just let me be.

They answer with images, each more awful than the last
and show me the things that they would have come to pass.
A bullet, a pill, an end to this life,
The cold cutting release found on the edge of a knife.

They answer with sorrow, and whisper in my ear
about all the suffering around me; the pain and the fear
They see it all around me and never fail to say;
maybe if I die, the pain will go away.