Created: Jun 1, 2019,
Last modified: Feb. 18, 2023

The whispers in our minds
are a toxic lure
urging us to give up
to suffer in obscure
they say no one will ever
comprehend the pain we bear
condemning us as feeble
for shedding tears in despair

As our wounds begin to bleed
from the cuts that we’ve just made
we gaze at old scars, still raw
a constant reminder of our tirade
their voices so cruel
never ceasing to torment
haunting us without release
as we yearn for a peaceful moment

Their whispers in a tongue unknown
yet we understand every tone
they coax us to do their bidding
to grab the blade and start the cutting
a taboo we dare not share
this dark deed, our cross to bear.