Voices

This will not be inspiring or witty,

Nor will it provide any sense of pity.

Instead, what you’ll find is pain,

Somewhere border lining insane.

My parents are disappointed in me,

And my friends loathe, despise me.

Perfect to all; I’ll never be,

I….I….just want to be free.

Nothing stands to reason anymore,

How deep down can you fall?

In life you truly gave your all,

It is futile, so what the hell for?

I can hear voices in my head,

Acknowledged, decided my fate.

Rest your forehead and do not miss.

Its pitch black; I am finally at peace.

-DNPY-

1709, 14/5/2012

Note: This not an autobiography or biography. Please do not be encouraged by this. TQ