The Voices Won the War

The Voices Won the War

They started as a whisper,

Gently caressing my ear,

Soft, calming, and sweet,

Not something you would fear.

Speaking whilst I slept,

Planting their intentions,

Blissfully unaware,

Of ever growing suggestions.

It only takes weeks,

Until I start to believe,

Every damaging word,

Changing the way I perceive.

Soon the volume rises,

I hear them every hour,

Slowly getting stronger,

As they impose their power.

Demanding the unspoken,

I fight to disobey,

They anger erupts abruptly,

And it’s me that they slay.

Seconds, minutes, hours pass,

Pouring blood from my skin,

Pain becomes a sedative,

Satisfaction burns within.

Louder, louder, louder,

Nothing blocks it out,

Tears roll down my cheek,

As they continuously shout.

Now I can’t hear much,

Just the constant screams,

I know there’s no escape,

They’re infesting my dreams.

Accepting what they say,

Doing as I’m told,

No one can stop me,

I know I won’t grow old.

They help me find the pills,

They help me take the blade,

“No one will care”

I hear as I evade.

I see my body below,

Silence sounds so knew,

The voices won the war,

There was nothing I could do.