ANOTHER SONNETT

The voices that I hear at night I fear
Come from strangers who I know not. Why they,
Speak to me? Well, the answer is not clear.
The words are quite evil with what they say.

Speaking of strangling myself with the toys,
Speaking of whipping my back with these jewels,
Saying my life is empty of all joys.
Saying I cannot breathe with this world’s rules.

Because of them I cry myself to sleep,
Praying I will awake alive and well.
Determined to send me into the deep
Darkest rungs of my own created hell,

These voices are more cunning than myself.
Whisper, shhh, what it means to kill oneself.