The Voices in My Head

The voices in my head,
So deep, so loud.
Call to my inner self,
To ponder what’s true and what’s fair.

“Keep your distance,” they say,
But my heart only wants to play fair,
To love, to give.

Relieved to see smiles—so fake,
Only for a moment, until they fade,
Into thin air, into dust
That blinds my eyes like glitter,
From my imagination—until it isn't.

The voices in my head,
So worried, so scared,
Of losing the sparkles
The only thing that’s left.

A cut so deep,
It makes me weep.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
Then disappear with a smile so big
That no one truly sees,
The scars beneath the tissue,
Unbothered, clearly not their issue.

The voices in my head,
Now silent, now still,
Whisper one last plea:
"Let go, but never forget
The love you tried to give,
The battles you chose to fight,
The light you tried to live."

And so, I close my eyes,
Let the echoes fade,
Carrying with them
All the love I couldn’t save.

 

 

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