Michael Peterson

Rookie - 181 Points (Janesville, Wisconsin)

Suicide - Poem by Michael Peterson

Where to begin, where to end
From the start, so much to mend
Things not well, living in hell
Voices screaming, I wasn't dreaming
Pain in my head, mind always wandering
Cries for help, out comes yelps
Tried to cut wrist, but the pain brought twists
First was the talks, next was medicines and walks
Way too many voices talking in my heads
Booze to help me snooze
Never quite enough, deeper I fall
The more I scream, the more I dream
Pain can be a strain and it's draining
The demons are stronger, my mind is fogging up
Shadows following me, creeping closer
There is no escaping, trapped in hell
Screams for help, scream for love
No one answers, no one cares
Pills and booze are my friends
They make the pain go away
More and more is not enough
One day away from them
They control me, bad
The demons kill
To the end, the demons must go
To hell with me, no more pain
No more screams, no more scary dreams
Bury me now, that is how
The demons won

Topic(s) of this poem: death, suicide


Poet's Notes about The Poem

From the voices in my head..

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 13, 2018


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