Voices
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Iris Byl, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2012
There are voices everywhere. I hear them all day and night. There is no escape.
They yell and scream at me, begging for help.
Sometimes I see them, the people the voices belong to, other times, I imagine what they look like.
I beg them to stop, to leave me alone, but they never go.
I try to do what the voices want, but never can I succeed.
My dreams are filled with visions of them, people surrounding me. Young and old, they beg for help, beg for me to save them.
I cover my ears and scream at them to leave, to go far away. They never do. I can never escape them. There is no way for me to escape them. I have to find a way.
Grabbing a knife, I stare at it. This is my escape; this is how I will get away.
Feeling the life leave my body, I think to myself, I have finally found my escape.