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Sep 2014 · 184
The voices say...
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
The voices call to me...
They want me to follow them.
I know I shouldn't but I feel as if I should.
It is my destiny.
They tell me I will be safe if I follow.
They say they can take me away from the                  hurt,
                                      ­                                               pain,
                                                           ­                          sorrow,
                                                         ­                            tears.
No more crying myself to sleep.
No more wondering how I will make it through the day.
No more wondering if anyone cares about me.
No more wondering if I should just permanently leave...

They say they will save me from everything, but to where?

Where will they take me?
Where will I go?
Will I be missed?
Will anyone really care?
Sep 2014 · 209
Darkness
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
Standing alone,
all I see is Darkness.
Surrounding me.
Holding me in his grasp.
Not allowing any light of hope.
No escape.
I tried running,
climbing,
nothing works.
No matter where you go
the Darkness follows...
You may try to dream him away,
cut him away,
burn him away.
Know that no matter what you do
the Darkness follows.
Sep 2014 · 308
Why yell?
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
They yell at me.
Call me worthless.
Call me stupid.
Call me fat.
Call me ugly.
Call me a *****.

I wonder why.
Why are they so mean?
I think alone.
As they scream.

The sad part is,
the people screaming...

Is me.
Sep 2014 · 725
Death
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
DEATH. It's
all the same thing. You do
something stupid and end up
croaking, but why? You work so hard
to reach your goals. Achieve at life, to end
up laying                     six                          feet
under?                         What                        is the
point                           of                       living
if it                       all ends               so fast?
You hear live happily from complete
strangers. I don't see the point in
living like so. How
could someone live
happily, knowing it
is all going to end...
I don't know if I achieved that to your eyes but I tried to shape the poem as a skull to symbolize death.
Sep 2014 · 250
Lies
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
Lies.

They're all lies.

          The                    happiness.

      The                     laughter.

     All                      pretend.

I put on a facade.

A mask.

People think I'm              happy.

People think it's genuine    laughter.

    I only                                 pretend.

I'm a soulless vessel.

Floating

In

A

Void

Of

Despair.

— The End —