Voices

Beaton,broken,lost and choking.

Obsession obsession lost in the land of depression,

this is my souls confession.



Torn,worn,used and brusied.

Beaton, broken.

I'm so confused.



Long time gone, long time dead.

Maddness over runs my head.

Obsession obsession lost in the land of depression this is my souls confession.



Wasted pain ,wasted life.

I'll slit my wrists with a cold sharp knife.



I'm a long time gone, I'm a long time dead.

God dam these voices inside my head.



Written by Pearl Nolan

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem when i was about 14. It's about a friend i had once who had a bad drug problem. They started to lose there sanity and felt there was no way out of there obsession with drugs.

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lavalady's picture

Fine work!