A Prisoner In My Own Mind. A rhyming verse poem
Another petal falls..
I can hear the screams now.. I hear their calls.
My heart races, I get up and start to run,
I can't help the past, I'm sorry for what I have done.
My breaths come out as pants
The voices are getting closer, I can hear their rants.
I press forward, the adrenaline in my veins coursing
The voices yell louder, screaming at me, enforcing.
I run. I run faster than any car.
I run. I run further and further, not knowing how far.
I run. I run until my legs ache.
I run. I run so much I feel as though my body will break.
A sob breaks out of my throat
I whip around a corner and hide myself within my coat.
The voices yell louder and I tear my eyes open
No one is there, I'm left alone and broken.
The voices scream, the sound hurts my ears
I groan in pain, the same pain I have felt for years.
The stab of the injection makes me flinch
I stare at my arm, where I had just felt the pinch.
'You're worthless. Kill yourself. You're crazy'
My eyes start to droop, my mind going hazy.
I pry my eyes open, staring at the white room
My job isn't done, I can't fall asleep so soon.
The nurse has her back to me
I get up and go to her, I reach in her pocket and grab out her key.
She hasn't noticed me yet, to busy filling in a chart
I need to do this. It is my destiny. My part.
I stare at the key and grin
I need to do this. I'm a bad person, the ultimate sin.
I stab the key in my carotid artery
The voices rejoiced, cheering my on heartily.
I fall to the floor, black spots in my vision
I am finally free, out of this prison.
And then it all dawns on me.
The voices. The running. It couldn't be.
The only prisoner here is me.
I can't escape the voices. They will be with me for all eternity.
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