Voices Poem by nicola burkett

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! ! !
They follow me everywhere, like the black cloud and rain,
The voices in my head constantly scratch at my brain.
The hardest thing in this world is to live in it, thats what they say,
But the living gets painful and hard every single day.
I feel ashamed to admit that i don't want to live,
I don't know how much more i can take or give.
While the depression makes me emotionally sick.
The hold they have on me is so tight and thick,
The depression i feel the depression i fight
I battle in the day i battle in the night
I try and compose myself, let them belive that i'm fine
But happiness is non-existant in this world of mine
When i hear the voices i feel i'm going insane,
As they constantly scratch away at my brain.