Mental illness is something serious that millions around the world deal with every year. Sometimes it leads people to commit one of the greatest crimes: killing them self.
Finally, the voices have subsided for
Me to think clearly, even if it is for
A few brief moments. My head is
Clear and my thoughts are free from
Everything that I suffer from.
Do you really think you can get rid of us?
We are you, dear child. We exist inside of you.
I must enjoy these moments,
As many that can be allotted to me
So that I can focus on the good
That exists in this world. Breath
And focus, ignore the voice inside.
So innocent, so naïve, how easy for you
To think you can escape our grasp.
Just like the snake in Eden, we tempt
You to the sins you know and love.
No, you do not control me,
You do not control my actions!
I do not bow to your word;
Your words do not command me
For I am the one with a body.
We do not need a physical body,
For you are the vessel to do our bidding.
Even in death, we will haunt you
And torment you and bring you joy.
No, No, NO, NO, NO!
Please stop all of this, all the voices.
Why can’t I be granted a piece
Of peace; why was I the one chosen
To suffer intangible pain?
End the physical pain, dear child.
You know you wish to join us.
Walk and find the poison which ends
Everything that it enters.
Lift to your mouth and drink.
There is no need to cry, my child.
We will be here for you. Here on
The floor, collapsed and shaking,
Convulsing from fear. Give in to the Reaper.
Feel our cold hands envelope yours,
Our cold warmth will accompany you
To the Gates of Hell.