Listen to the Voices

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is written to show the reader what's going on when I feel suicidal. And I hate, with a passion, how my family thinks my cutting is so bad. How is it bad if I allow myself to do that instead of suicide?

Listen to the voices, far from kind

A terrifying dream, a game with my mind.

As I try to forget, the words that were said

Telling me its time, time to be dead.

Then I think twice, what good am I?

If nobody cares, even when I cry.

Should I take the pills, ending it all?

An excruciating pain, with no one to call.

The pills seem cold, against my hand

Smiling at the thought, of the death I've planned.

Wishing for someone, to come knock them away

Cradling me, telling me it's okay.

Then I snap out of the game, thanks to my mind

I've gotten an idea, a pain one of a kind.

And so the cycle begins, as I silce a deep cut

And I think of the dark place, my mind has me put.

Submitted: March 10, 2011

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krazed cidd

I liked it, and I can relate to what you are saying in this poem. I really do understand the pain.

Fri, March 11th, 2011 5:44pm


I could feel your pain, but I don't cut. My sister does, and has for most of her teenhood. She has even tried to kill herself several times. I, on the other hand have overcome our terrible past, and am only 13, but her past still lingers on in her head while she is going on 18. I am very sorry for your pain.

Sat, March 12th, 2011 10:18am


thank you. And yeah I'm 14 and I've tried many times. I have found cutting a good alternative rather than trying to kill myself. I guess that's what this poem is trying to say.

Sat, March 12th, 2011 1:41pm

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