Five Questions. Poem by Jake Harris

What the hell am I doing here?
Living a life of colourless cheer.
Walking streets in constant fear.
Whispering words inside my ear.

How the hell am i still standing tall?
Perfectly balanced but ready to fall.
Screaming your name in an empty hall.
Watching my phone whenever you call.

Who are these voices inside my head?
Painting the world in colours of red.
I try to remember the words that you said.
Your babbleing filth, how I wish you were dead.

Why am i so joyful, my spirits so high?
You're now stabbed through the back as you quietly lie.
I do not feel pity, no, why should I cry.
Your cruel hateful ways dissappear as you die.

When did you become just an object to me?
To see you in pain overwhelmed me with glee.
You are cruel and malicious why can you not see?
You werent meant for this life and so shall it be.