Dear Child

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.

Dear Child

 

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.