Voices That Never Stop Poem by Jeremy Willson

I've started hearing voices every now and then
But it's not like it's coming from the voice of an old friend
It sounds dark and mysterious
It hates me and so it's furious
It tells me to do things I know I shouldn't do
And speaks the truth when I tell it not to
Cause sometimes I need to believe in a lie
But it doesn't give me that option it would rather die
It screams when it's quiet and whispers when it's loud
I can still hear it, even if it's faint because it's a deep sound
It comes in clear and it also comes in muffled at times
When I don't want it's two cents it throws me dimes
I can never choose to do something for me
The evilest part of my thoughts is what it wishes to see
It exploits and black mails me into a corner
I gave blood yesterday which makes me a donor
But all it cares about is watching my blood spill out
It knows It's not pure and it wants to shout
'Don't use his blood all it does is corrupt'
My anxiety makes my heart want to erupt
All this endless suffering that keeps me up at night
Every waking moment it hits me with its ruthless smite
I don't know if the voices will ever go away
I can just hope and pray for it to stop someday