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Lowkie May 2020
I don't perform my own rhymes
Personally I feel I don't have much time
People tell me I'm good at poetry
Man I only do it to unwind
We all need a break sometime
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After this then I'll be fine again
Until the voices come knocking on my door again
Roll some **** up and get high again
Pick up my pen and write my train of thoughts again
So much for an escape plan
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I talk but no one is really listening
So I write these words down
Hoping you'll hear my voice as you're reading
Hoping you'll get a sense of how I'm feeling
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This is just my way of dealing
Calm down, stop worrying
This is my way of healing
My thoughts haunt me at night as I look up to the ceiling
But my heart is at ease
Because I know God is seeing me
My soul is at peace
Because God is still blessing me
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Lowkie©
Whispers heard through out the night
Saying that they know all the truths
Don't let their lilac tongues fool you
They know of nothing
For their merely voices
Nicholas Fonte May 2020
I've heard it all before. Worthless.
I tried to run from it. Worthless.
Then I found new strength. Worthless.
I stood and faced it down. Worthless.
I moved on now. Worthless.
Yet here I am again. Worthless.
I'm standing here alone. Worthless.
The voices had stopped.
I was finally happy.
I was getting sleep.
I made friends. WORTHLESS.
Why is it here again? WORTHLESS.
I was better. WORTHLESS.
Why is this happening? WORTHLESS.
Is that you mom? WORTHLESS.
Father, you too? WORTHLESS.
Why is his voice here? WORTHLESS.
Why? WORTHLESS
Why why why why?! WORTHLESS.
I did my best! WORTHLESS.
The echoes are right. WORTHLESS.
I'm worthless.
Sorin L Javerin Apr 2020
Voices
            Voices
                         Voices
Constantly speaking,
Raging
              Whispering
Talking?

Why won't they be QUIET,
silence...
Speaking; chatting; voices
                  Voices
   Voices

I can hear them in my head.
They speak louder at night,
All I want is sleep in my bed.
The sound in my head is like a bite.

No not sound.
Voices
               Voices
                                 Voices.

No sleep for me,
No sleep for them.
So why do they speak faster,
While my mind slinks slower.

Wait...
            silence...
                             At last...

The voices begin to sleep
Yet my mind is awake.
Thinking, guessing, hurting.
My eyes are heavy while my head is light.

The voices.
They talk again.
Simple, easing, slow.
Their words flow like honey.

Sweet and savory,
Whispering truths of the past...
Or are they my living lies.
My eyes do not know.

For they drop to darkness,
Ending the voices noise
From the fore and bringing
The sweet darkness of dark sleep.
Lily Apr 2020
My heart’s in lockdown and
I can’t break free,
I wish I could feel something,
Wish I could be me.

I feel like I’m running in circles,
Striving for emotion,
When all I feel is numb
And sick of my devotion

To the voices in my head
Who keep telling me to quit,
“Why not just give up now,
There’s no way to fix it!”

But I know there’s something there,
In the deepest part of me,
Something that still wants to learn,
Love and move and breathe.

So I will spend some time today,
And love that part of me,
And lock down all the saddened parts and
Start to break free.
The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately.  I hope you all find something to keep you going during this scary time.  I send my love to you all <3
Mofogofunoluwa Apr 2020
I once had a conversation with the little girl with salty Tic Tacs streaming down her face, she said that it had been difficult keeping a tight grip on her sanity in a room filled with lunatics. She said that she was more of a recluse because the voices in her head had demanded to be listened to.
The voice tell her all sorts, funny how she referred to them as "people"  when they were her own thoughts. She said they all wanted to be heard and obeyed and she had been drowning in sermons telling her how to live, how to be better and how to do better, now she's drowning in an ocean of critics, each word reminding her how she would never be perfect.
Cerasium Apr 2020
I’m sorry I’m such a burden to everyone
I wish it didn’t come to this but I feel like
I have no choice in the matter anymore
I have lost the one person who I loved with my entire being

I lost all of my stuff
I lost my sanity
I tried so hard to push myself past this pain
But it’s getting to the point where I can’t breath when I wake up

My heart is trashed
My mind has turned completely savage on itself
Everyday the voices in my head
Are screaming at me

About how stupid I am
How I’m worthless
How deserve all this pain I’m in
And I’m starting to believe it

I fall asleep crying my eyes out
Begging for it to stop
My night terrors don’t help either
I rarely sleep so sometimes I just cry all night

Waking up with tear stains on my cheeks
As I grasp for my inhaler
I don’t know how much more of this I can take
I’m trying to be happy for him

To show that I’m glad he’s happy
And don’t get me wrong because I am
But at the same time
I’m slowly killing myself

I don’t think I will ever
Be able to get out of this
The pain is getting too real
My only wish is that he remains happy

That he enjoys his life to the fullest
I will watch over him
Make sure nothing bad comes his way
He was given my soul years ago

And I refuse to take it back
I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough
I’m sorry I might end up looking selfish
I’m sorry I will put so much suffering

Onto others for my choice
But I can’t do this any longer
Not by myself
Not without him
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