Voices

A poem I wrote while in a deep stage of depression.

The cries,

the screams,

the horror,

the insanity.

I will never be alone,

because they are always there.

They never go away,

this is not fair.

Sleepless nights,

bad dreams.

The voices speak,

with such profanity.

I don't want to live,

my thoughts are vile.

I cannot live,

I am hostile.

I put the gun to my head,

pull the trigger,

and smile.

Author's Note

A poem I wrote while depressed.