The Voice

I walk to my place of time wasting It is bitter cold outside The rain begins to fall Thoughts of things long past fill my head A voice that used to cheer my on Was yelling at me "You fucked up" "YOU lost your chance" "YOU will NEVER be HAPPY" "YOU WILL NEVER BY LOVED AGAIN!" I yell back Get out of my head People stare at me I continue walking It will not shut up I get to my place of time wasting I walk in the doors Muddling to myself as I walked down the stairs The voice became a whisper I began to talk to my friends And then she came down the stairs I went white The voice yelled even louder "you... will... N-E-V-E-R... E-V-E-R... be love... AGAIN!" I got up and left I stood in the rain In the bitter cold I could not see her cold eyes I could not be remembered of what I lost Time flowed by I did not know how long I was out there I turned around Look at the door to my place of time wasting "NEVER AGAIN" I yelled out into the night GET OUT OF MY HEAD People stared at me again I turned Ran for the bus When I got home It still was yelling I could not make it stop I sat down And only when my cousin came to see me Did the voice stop I am at peace For now By: IszSorry this poem is in story formate. But it is the words of my heart body mind and soul. Thou they may not be mine anymore. They do still talk to me. Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 05:16 PM PST   0 • 1