Title: The Subconscious Choice
I keep fighting back vicious thoughts that are buried deep in my soul,
Engraved, on my heart, they threaten to consume me and kill me,
I take control, just trying to fill this black hole,
With nothing but a water-less sea.
Stop telling me this is wrong
That I should be more productive,
I’ve been trying all along,
But deep down I know this red tea is destructive.
He appears out of the dark,
Concealed by my despair,
I push him out and reach for that spark,
Only to be met with a harsh poisonous air. “Do it, do it” they whisper to me,
In their teeny, croaky voices,
“Do it, you’ll be finally be free!”
They yell at me as if I can’t make my own choices.
One month is what they say,
It’ll be over and you’ll be free,
And you can let your soulless body decay,
But I can’t allow myself to agree.
So I take it slow,
And if it must happen to me,
At least nobody will know,
That I felt so crappy.
So I’ll let the voices take over,
But I’ll stay in control,
And hopefully I’ll find a four leaf clover,
And be lucky enough to reach my goal.
I now realise that I’m just along for the ride,
And in this new, blue light I will rejoice,
For I’m letting it decide,
The most important subconscious choice.
Always remember that there is hope, it will get better- whoever you are, where ever you are, whatever you've done you still deserve happiness.
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