Am the voice that keeps you awake,
Each night, you carry me to your bed,
Am the voice you have wished to fade,
That that makes you wish you're dead,
I shouted and warned you, but instead,
Ignored me, locked me in your head,
I knew of the wounds before they bled,
Of the stitches before the needle, thread,
And all the consequences to you, I read,
But you turned a deaf ear to what I said,
To you I was just 'The Voices In The Head',
I wish you'd listen! What's ignorance bred?
"The Voices In The Head"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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