Melancholy Boy (a poem by Jack)

Sittin in the depths of hell.. Who can I call on when it’s goin all wrong…

He needs help…

I swear the same voices begging me not to do it… Were the same voices that persuaded me in the first place..

But it’s all in my head…

They called me a liar… Uttered things like… “Things aren’t as they seem…. But you can fix that..”

“We’ll show them all..”

We were a team.. I had their back and they told me that they had my back..

The voices tell me lots of things…

Like who should die and who should live…

They never give reason though… They never persuade, only mandate…

But I’m tired of being bullied… By words that don’t exist…

And now they are begging me not to do it…

Spare innocence… Wake up… This ain’t right…

I’m not confused.. They want me to be confused… And since I let one voice in.. They all want to jump in and give their two cents worth..

Well fuck em… Fuck em… Fuck em..

I’m doing what we set out to do.. You’re either with me…

Or like this innocence… You can become nothing….

And we’ll see who my true friends are… Because I can always call on them…

And as long as I’m open minded they’ll always have something to say…

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