Voice

My imaginary friend is the voice inside my head.

With every waking moment, it taunts and tortures

Telling me I am not adequate and that I am worthless.

Being untruthful to my mind, when I am clearly blessed

And when I try my best, I feel compressed,

My feelings squashed into a box on the top shelf,

I still try to compose myself

Hoping to God that I stay with it

With every thing I contemplate, my mind expresses hate.

For the things I like, are those that hurt and the people I hurt are those I like.

Reality sinks in when I awaken,

From the thoughts of hell I survived

Sad dreams,

Mad thoughts

Each and everyday
I face the battles I once fought.

When I least expect it, the devil speaks into my ear,

With a scheming heart, he breaths his words

Slowly to catch me off guard

And I start to feel like Eve,

For every thing I ever knew is suddenly not true,
And every thing false has become new.

With all my strength I fight the urge

And my mind and heart I attempt to purge.

For my past is reflected and my mind affected

Through my thoughts and what I feel,
I am torn apart, ripped in every direction

The devil feeding my mind

Each word told to me sticks,

And they are more painful than the metaphoric sticks that the story suggests

It makes me sick to know what I hear and how I feel.

And to know that it’s ultimately unimportant.

The voice in my head telling me things I know to be untrue

Somehow they still stick like glue.

It’s my imaginary friend; the voice inside my head,

Making me hear voices

Menacing sounds and thoughts fill my brain

And I need to correct my heart each and every time

It makes me feel lame.
To know that I won’t just live, I can’t

For every time I get to that place

The good place in my heart,

My imaginary friend comes along,

And sings the same sing along song; like always.

Every smile forgotten;
Each frown engraved

Into my brave mind

Making me long to be saved.

And now it stings just a little less,
My mind not so much a mess,
My heart in a test

To get an A plus,  

Thinking that life will just go away,

If only you shoot it hard enough.

And when the heart shoots it and misses?
It caves.

Impossibly torn apart,

Comfortless and in tragedy

Filled with misery,

And hating company,

Yet when the heart itself is punctured by the heartless words

Uttered by the lonely imaginary friend in my mind,

The heart breaks, only to explode, all the words and hate, you couldn’t find
Anywhere else.

All the hate leaked on the floor,

And the fears shown as lies,

The heart doesn’t have to try,

Because it’s been repaired.

And while my imaginary friend is the voice inside my head,
It no longer sleeps in the same bed,

Leaving me to believe,

Things are only as you choose to perceive.

My imaginary friend is the voice inside my head.

With every waking moment, it taunts and tortures

Telling me I am not adequate and that I am worthless.

Being untruthful to my mind, when I am clearly blessed