Inside My Head

There’s a voice inside of my head; that talks so loud until I scream and beg. It tells me I’ll amount to nothing; all this crap it just comes rushing. When I lay my head down to sleep, I pray my sanity I get to keep; and if I happen to lose my mind, I pray to the Devil that he will be kind. Since when did this voice become a whisper? When I die will they look back and say, “I miss her”? Or will they spit on my grave? And I remember to Crystal I once was a slave. This voice in my head never goes away; forever in my brain it has found a place to stay. I’m crying now, Jesus, save my soul. I promise I’ll give back all I’ve stole. Just take away this voice; and don’t let me suffer. I’m on my knees as this road gets tougher. I watch all my dreams turn into nightmares while the voice in my head tells me not to be scared.  

Reviews

[Misery]

I enjoy the way you lightly fit your rhymes into this creation. Unique and interesting, dear poet.