Dreary clouds shrouding my mind,

Covering the only sun

That my world can find,

other than that? I have none.

Droplets of corrosive rain

Containing so much toxins:

My insides, it grinds;

My prayers, crushed by my sins.

The trial of voices in my head

Judging and hammering;

Filling me with dread...

As the voices kept booming.

They wouldn't stop...

No matter what positivity,

Negativity is still on top;

Suicide, I am scared of its inevitability.