Not so fast says poetry
I wont just leave you like that.
Please please do, I beg it
Leave my brain intact.
I have carefully glued it back together
With counsel, and with meds.
I fear this is a relapse
Have our talks not come to and end?
More meds does not make my life easy
I struggle with quivering hands, sleep and appetite.
I have asked you to kindly leave me
With myself i have ended this fight.
What more do you want me to do voice?
Have you not done enough?
I wont post anymore on facebook
But that does not mean this is tough.
I have chosen my path
I have chosen to live my life
But you whisper softly to me
And it makes me want my head to the knife.
Voice, listen i don't mind being wrong
That book from my life is gone
I just want to be at peace with God
I want real faith not illness dear Lord!
I have begun to rationalise
That this just cannot be real
I have identified that the staunch belief
Is a part of my illness. Thats how it feels.
Whats more i dont need to believe it
I have enough love in my life
If you continue to taunt me
It might ruin my chance of being his wife.
I am done with the book
I am done with the connection
It means nothing to me
I love my new found clarity.
So dont come back here again
With your insistent "calling"
I swear one day you will feel my pain
I am sick and tired of falling
I have job now and children to teach
I dont want this book or to preach
I dont care for any of its magic
This whole **** thing has been tragic.
So run off to where you came from
I dont need to listen to you
I dont need to wait for answers
Voice, i am finally through
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
Not so fast says poetry
I wont just leave you like that.
Please please do, I beg it
Leave my brain intact.
I have carefully glued it back together
With counsel, and with meds.
I fear this is a relapse
Have our talks not come to and end?
More meds does not make my life easy
I struggle with quivering hands, sleep and appetite.
I have asked you to kindly leave me
With myself i have ended this fight.
What more do you want me to do voice?
Have you not done enough?
I wont post anymore on facebook
But that does not mean this is tough.
I have chosen my path
I have chosen to live my life
But you whisper softly to me
And it makes me want my head to the knife.
Voice, listen i don't mind being wrong
That book from my life is gone
I just want to be at peace with God
I want real faith not illness dear Lord!
I have begun to rationalise
That this just cannot be real
I have identified that the staunch belief
Is a part of my illness. Thats how it feels.
Whats more i dont need to believe it
I have enough love in my life
If you continue to taunt me
It might ruin my chance of being his wife.
I am done with the book
I am done with the connection
It means nothing to me
I love my new found clarity.
So dont come back here again
With your insistent "calling"
I swear one day you will feel my pain
I am sick and tired of falling
I have job now and children to teach
I dont want this book or to preach
I dont care for any of its magic
This whole **** thing has been tragic.
So run off to where you came from
I dont need to listen to you
I dont need to wait for answers
Voice, i am finally through
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