Pain

[Morgana]

Hiding behind this mask, not knowing what is real
Everyone always telling me, exactly how to feel

Diving deeper inside myself, not knowing where to go
My mind is racing very fast, but time is moving slow

The voices growing louder now, from outside me I can hear
Poking, prodding, questioning, but nothing is very clear

I feel the hands upon me, I try to push them away
I beg them not to touch me, but my voice will only betray

Ripping, tearing, pain, my mind and body aching
Oh God please make them stop, screaming escalating, waiting

Then nothing, it is over, my mind and body wasted
Tossed aside like nothing, but the fear that I have tasted

Living inside this tortured mind, all this time I spend
Hoping wishing praying, that all of this will end

[Ryan McBain]

I hear voices all the time, i just never answer back

I can relate to this poem, nice

[Genesis]

Yo nice post, I was feelin it. Yo answer those voices dog.

[Morgana]

thanks for the feedback

[Morgana]

If I answer the voices, everyone will know I am crazy...if they are only in my head, only I know the truth

[Image]

Hmmmm??? I'll leave that one alone... Good poem, though it has a bit of rape and suicide written all over it. You okay, Morgana?

[Morgana]

Yea, I'm OK. Normally a bright and happy person, every once in a while, this dark side of me comes out and I feel the need to write these dark thoughts. I really have no idea where they come from - maybe another life - if you believe in that sort of stuff

But, really, its all good...