I can hear them again. Like whispers right next to me.
As if someone were sitting close to my ear whispering, diturbing me.
Reminding me of things that I’ve done or have lost the chance to do up to this point.
They show me all the things that I have failed in, they make their point.
And they make me see things that I’d rather forget but stay.
Things in my past that I have buried away to never see the light of day.
They consistently chant several words meant to remind me of me.
Failure. Broken. Afraid. Not fit for duty. Weak.
Tears well up as I try to fight them, I don’t have my usual tools.
Things that would make me feel better and the voices look like fools.
But now I’m strugling, mulling around in my mind: “Should I end it all?”
Who would miss me? Who wouldn’t benefit from the deed if I had the gall?
I’m struggling with the notion and letting it fill my mind
I’m losing control, breathing is fast and in my chest, pain you’d find.
He told me. He told me what to do in times like these
When my mind is too loud to even pray on my knees.
Speak in to the darkness and the voices that it brings.
“You’ve almost ended my life or made me do some things.
You’ve made me punch walls on which I had pounded my head
Irrationally trying to get the noise out of my head.
But its my turn now. Its my head. I’m in control.
You make it hard. You make it tough. You give your all.
But I remember something that I learned about myself as a boy
It wasn’t about games, or sports, or rambo, or toys.
I learned that when I’m down and I’m pushed into a corner,
I’ll lash out at any given time and go off with no warning.
But I’ll do it with the weapons I’ve been made to create,
Built up my compassion and love to counteract the hate.
I built my self-confidence to take away from the whispers that plague
My mind and make me dread the silence of the day.
I’m not always successful, and its hard to say when this will end.
Or if it will at all. If I’ll always have to defend
So I’ll pray. My God has promised to save me from what ails
It doesn’t matter what it is, difficult or not he never fails.
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