"constandly" poems
Theres a voice in ny head saying sinner your a sinner.
I try to cut it off try to **** it, not to feel it.
It follows me constandly
even in my dreams.
Its getting worse like a curse
I dread its screams.
I sometimes find myself
arguing in the street.
Like a crazy person,
tripping on ****
Its a virus in my memory
that I cant seem to debug.
The only resort I have come to find
Is keeping myself locked up inside.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC