Beaten up, beaten down.
The torment continues.
In a life of torture.
I am followed wherever I go.
Haunted both night and day.
I cannot get the voices out of my mind.
I am even taunted when I am alone.
Hiding in my room.
Crying into a tear stained pillow.
Will it ever end?
Will they ever go away?
I just want to be left alone.
I am wounded body, soul and mind.
I am dying in silence.
Oh, the silence is deafening.
I no longer believe in peace of mind.
There is only hurt, pain, anger and rage in me.
My so-called life is one of fear and anguish.
I would do anything to make all this stop.
I would do anything to kill the pain.
I would do anything to silence the voices.
I am trying to hide myself.
My feelings always give me away.
I am nothing to anyone.
Just their favourite plaything.
I am weary of being a punching bag.
But my feelings matter not to anyone.
I cannot take anymore.
I'm not strong enough.
I'd cry out but I just choke on my words.
I am desperate.
This must stop.
This must end.
I have one last resort.
Close my eyes.
Draw lines into my skin.
The silence will wash over me.
Taking me under.
With no good-bye.
I will cease.
As if I ever really existed in the first place.
My last thought is that you all murdered me.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(13/10/2012)