Poem 9

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Silence
Sometimes it acts like my best friend
But sometimes i cant hear it
Because my mind becomes so loud
And my thoughts do not make me proud
I just want silence to end

My mind starts thinking
Violent thoughts
That sometimes seem to be forgot
But i know they are not
Should i do it?
If i do, will i be free?
Its so difficult to take care of me
Ill do it now, then ill see

I am alone at home
The day is now gone
I believe no one cares
And as the night appears
I feel joy to my painful tears
Don't want to go on with my life
Now its time to be free
Holding a knife
Bringing it into me
It makes me smile
It feels good, now I'm fine

It hurts no more
All the pain has gone
I have left the place that people call home
At least I'm free
But still alone

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