The whispers in my head ask me questions
they help me solve issues
they give me advice on everything
the whispers are evil
they suggest things,
I dare not think about
I try to block them out,
but the more I try
the more they scream
they are taking over my thoughts
I cant go against them any longer
I do what im told
but still they scream
they want full control of me
they drag me into the dark
im blind but I can still see
clearly my actions
its no longer me,
its them
they do what they please
because I cant stop them
I want it to end
I want them gone,
their scream to quiet
I force it to end
I let the energy leak out
until there is no longer a sound in my head
not a bad thought, not a question, not an idea
nothing is in my head and longer
not even me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hayley... This is an intense write.. I have a similar experience inSilent Screams ; -) Kelly.