Voices - Poem by Louise Hillman
Voices calling to me; oh so loud.
Voices calling to me; i ignore their sounds.
They fight within me, they fight against me,
their goal-to drown out my rationality.
To drain my strength,
to strip my self will.
To leave me raw and naked,
'till their calls i fulfill.
They wear down my strength to fight.
They take away my will to strive.
They expose every flaw and impurity.
They leave no want in me to stay alive.
As the voices, yet again, become victors,
myself slumped down to their command,
my heart aching, my mind tired,
my body yearning for the very thing i can not stand.
The very thing that brings me guilt and shame,
but the only thing, the voices know, can get rid of the pain.
Until next time when the voices fight within my head,
and through exhaustion and aching heart,
I cut again.
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