I Hope So

Sing
to me
some
more

She
said

For
your
voice
I hold
so dear

I’ll
always
sing to
you

He
said

Even
when
I’m no
longer
here

Xxx

Quieten Down(er)

I’ll
take
anything
you’ve
got to
give

A drink;
a smoke,
a sedative

As the
voices
in my
head
these
days

Are
proving
far too
competitive

Story Books

Read
to me
some
more

She
said

I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice

Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear

He
said

You
know
it’s
always
your
choice

Alone

It’s
just
fear

That’s
all
it
is

That
when
push
comes
to
shove

It’ll
all
end
like
this

8.05pm

I can’t
be arsed
with any
more today

I’m just
going
to go
to bed

At least
that way I
might get
some respite

From the
voices
inside
my head

The Asylum

I don’t
think
there’s
a way
out

I don’t
even
know
how I
got in

Perhaps
I should
just
scream
and shout

And
wait
for the
voices
to begin

Self Sabotage

Fall in
love with
me all
you like

But don’t
think I
can love
you back

The
voices
inside
my head

Have long
since put
a stop
to that

Let

I let
myself
down
today

When I
let you
inside
my head

I wish I
could
just let
you go

And let
myself
enjoy life
instead

The Psychic

She told me this would happen

When we met many moons ago

She knew you were in jeopardy

That you would reap what you sow

She sent an angel to watch over you

While I sat and took the piss

I wish I’d realised then that it would all end like this

The Noose Tightens

Today has
been like
scratching
a brick wall

I didn’t
see this
one coming
at all

Everything
I’ve done
has made me
feel worse

I cannot
shrug this
nightmarish
curse

It feels
ridiculously
melodramatic
to say

But I
really don’t
think there’s
another way

All that
appeals
to me now
is that rope

As finally
it seems I’ve
abandoned
all hope

The Faceless Female

She’s back again,
the little control freak,
whispering from my shoulder.

She never really goes away,
despite my efforts to brush her aside
or however much I grow older.

I’ve never once turned to look
at her whilst I try hard to
drown out her speech.

But I never forget
she’s there, berating me,
and bleeding me like a leech.

Shapes

Leave
this
place
the
light
shape
whispers,
for
it
is
not
your
time.

I’m
staying
here
the
dark
shape
whispers,
for
now
I
want
what’s
mine.