My Little Voices Of Suicide Poem by Tasha Yourston
My Little Voices Of Suicide
I'm hearing them again,
Thise voices in my head,
So alive,
But yet so dead..
Tis the voice of suicide louring me in,
With that tempting relief,
How can't I give in?
I've lost everything but life,
Why not loose that too?
That all became clearer,
Now that I've lost you.
What's the point in living?
What's the point at all?
Everytime I try,
I always crash and fall...
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4/25/2024 3:59:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Poetry is such a wonderful way to give our pain a voice in which others can hear. Never stop using your voice through your poems Tasha for poems are our release. Great poem Tasha.