Late at night the voices creep,
deep inside my mind.
They whisper softly into my ears,
their words are harsh and unkind.
As my scars begin to itch,
and my pleads for silence are declined.
Louder and louder the voices become,
as reality slowly gets left behind.
They tell me I am worthless,
that I deserve to be confined.
For no one truly cares,
and everyone is blind.
My soul has been forever gone,
It was long ago left behind.
No one really cares,
What troubles you've been assigned.
The light was never there,
It never really shined.
Your sadness never left,
It was always deep in your mind.
Where the voices creep,
their words harsh and unkind.
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Poems For A Broken Soul
PoetryAll original poems by me. I wouldn't recommend these if you are easily put into a bad mood. Enjoy.
