Voices

A poem about my experience with psychosis.

Voices

The voices have remained, lingering in my ear
Their figures in the shadows, magnifying fear

They put me in a haze, pull me outside of reality
I often feel alone - an oddball abnormality

Bashing, teasing and taunting, they hollow out my soul
I am lost inside of them, with not one hope or goal

Although I try to fix them, they'll forever reside
In me they've built a home, established deep inside

Their intentions were never to visit, their intentions were always to stay
They know all too well how to take my happiness away

In the past I've yelled at them, and told them to be through
But every time I kicked them out, our bond only grew

I'm starting to lose hope in this never-ending journey
Maybe soon I'll surrender and lie cold on an ambulance gurney

The gun is in the safe, the pills are down the hall
Waiting for the day I choose to end it all

The voices have remained, lingering in my ear
Now lone and behold I pray to god.. because death is surely near.