Jyniqua Bentford Poems

I hear voices inside my head.
Telling me I’m better off dead.
No whereto escape from the things,
I can only sit back and accept the pain.
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i havent had much to say, but i feel i have the world to pay.
my life turns to sand and i slowly pass into history, all because of what he did to me.
I clear my head and pray for another day, hold my head to the sky in search for another way.
A day less out of this miseary, im trapped in these skin walls of my own penatenary.
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Overpowered by the troubles of my life, the only way out is a knife.
A blade to my skin and a deep cut left behind,
Searching through the blood I hope to find a sign.
I tried to open up and let the world see what I see,
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When i was 3 & 10
I heard my mother say, Go to bed sweet hearts and in yall rooms you two stay.
When the beating start it was hard to stay away, and when the gun shoots ended I knew one of our lifes was the pay. But i was 3 &10
And the Pain and sorrows grow still to this day
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When the pain starts and Permanente down to your toes,
Why the pain hurts only God and I Knows.
For me to sit back and let a lot of stuff ride,
Building up more and more inside.
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I have this one of a kind friend,
We always be together thick & thin.
A ride or die, true gutta chick to the end.
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