Voices Poem by Kev Elmer

I keep telling myself,
not to hurt myself over you.
As deep in my mind,
its the wrong thing to do.

The voices in my head,
keep telling me to self harm.
I can tell they are winning,
from the cuts in my arm.

Was you really the best of me?
Is it worth all this pain?
Are you still the one for me?
Will it always feel the same?

Remembering who I am,
I put a fresh cut in my arm.
Dropping to my knees,
with a blade falling from my palm.

Knowing that you have beat me,
I place my hands on the floor.
Begging for this to end,
I can't take this anymore.