voicesA Poem by Cookee korczynskimental health is not something to be afraid of or to shame people for having, we should help them, i have mental health, people look at me like i'm a freak i just want to be normal.
I hear them speaking quietly
They get louder,stronger They take over I don't know why i listen I can't ignore them 'They just get louder They make me grab the blade and drag it across my fair skin the deep chrimson come gushing out so pretty then i see my mommy and daddy's face "The voices made me do it" I cry to my mom She says to stop making excuses I turn to daddy pleading him to believe me " why won't you f*****g grow up" he says i collapse onto the cold hard floor the voices so loud i can hardly hear anything i just sit crying in the corner waiting for it to stop for the buzzing and screaming to quiet i know they won't stop not until i do what they say the voices drive me mad when mommy goes to work at night my dad throws me against the wall he is speaking i cant make out the words the voices to loud mommy isn't home he reaches under my old t-shirt then into my soft black cotton skirt i don't like it when he touches me but i can't tell anyone the voices say not to they say to keep quiet they say that i should enjoy this i don't i plead and plead him to stop he doesn't the voices are my only friend but my voices are also my worst enemy
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4 Reviews Added on January 18, 2018 Last Updated on February 3, 2019 AuthorCookee korczynskikitchener, ontario, CanadaAbouti am depressed and use writing to cope more..Writing
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