Wednesday, May 10, 2017

WHISPERS 2

I HEAR THEM WITH THEIR WORDS
THEY ARE NEVER VERY NICE,
TELLING ME I'M ULGY, STUPID, AND
THAT I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE.
WOULD THEY BE SORRY IF I DID 
IF I ENDED MY LIFE? 
TAKE A KNIFE AND SLICE MY WRISTS OR
WOULD A GUN BE BETTER?
FAST AND QUICK.
I THINK SOMETIMES WHAT LIFE WOULD BE
WITHOUT ME IN IT.
WOULD MY PARENTS BE HAPPIER? 
WOULD THEY MISS ME? 
THEY DON'T SEEM TO NOTICE ME WHEN 
I'M AT HOME OR DO A GOOD JOB.
WOULD THE KIDS AT SCHOOL NOTICE ME GONE? 
MAYBE IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD
AND I'M IMAGINING THE WORDS BEING SAID
THE KIDS WHO WALK DOWN THE HALL ARE 
NOT REALLY THERE. 
MAYBE I JUST MADE THEM UP AND THEY ARE 
JUST WHISPERS IN MY HEAD?
OR COULD THEY ACTUALLY BE REAL?
I WISH I KNEW BECAUSE EACH DAY
I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DO WHAT THEY ARE TELLING ME TO DO
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP THEM FROM TALKING
BUT I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL
I WALK DOWN THE HALL AT SCHOOL
AND LISTEN TO EVERYONE WHO WALKS BY ME
TO KNOW IF THEY ARE REAL
OR JUST
WHISPERS IN MY HEAD... 

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