Who Are They?

by Steve Hickman   Oct 6, 2005


Praying for suicide
wishing this would end
cause i've had more than enough
and i don't want to wake again

these dillusions haunt me more than reality,
and it seems, they've overtaken me.
self medicating, cause i'm afraid
of the bright light in the white room

their therapies are a curse
and their self conceived beliefs
only make it worse

they say the problem's in my mind,
they've labeled me a death threat
with a self induced state of being.
but this is my reality
and who are they to interpret my feelings

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  • 18 years ago

    by Kalie Baby

    I've wanted and tried to take my life away but they wouldn't let me. Now they got me scared of myself. I don't know if that's good or bad. I know were your coming from in this poem.