Psychotic Downpour Poem by Blanche Hardin

The river runs deep as do my scars,
A day without pain is like a night without stars.
The fear of loss is drives me up the wall,
Especially when the bleeding wont stop at all.
Still these voices continue,
They continue to riot.
This on-going numb feeling my heart can’t quiet.
Is it the pain?
Or is it the voices?
God’s given me life,
With too many choices.
Damn this world!
Damn this life!
Forget the razors,
I use a knife.