In Her Head Poem by Ellen frawley

Like so many times before
So tired now not able
For the voices any more.

They told her many things,
At first they were kind to her,
They were her only friends.

But slowly they turned on her,
They picked on every fault,
Then they started to tear her.

Like vultures picked at her piece by piece,
Nothing she did was right,
Every thing was wrong.

She was very bad they said,
Bad couldn't live.
Bad had to be destroyed.

They whispered to all day,
All night long,
Till she couldn't bare them any more.

She tried her best to block them out,
Nothing worked they wouldn't stop,
They told her they would never leave her alone.

Now she knew what she had to do,
She finally thought how to stop them forever,
A smile spread across her face.

She walked out the door,
Down the road,
Climbed up high upon a wall.

The voices in her head screamed,
Yes, yes, yes.
This is the only way.

So she jumped,
She went down, down, down,
Finally she was at peace now.

When her body was found,
People were shocked,
The ecstasy on her face.

She was a pretty girl,
But in life always glum,
In death she looked like to heaven she had gone.