I have these voices that wont go away
I hear them and feel them all goddam day
They tell me weird things
I've had these voices since I was about 11
I'm 16 now and I still have this monster
They tell me I will never get better
They tell me that I don't matter
That one day we'll all be dead
So why not get it over with instead
Instead of waiting and getting old
These voices are evil and cold
Yet they feel so home to me
Will they ever let me be?
They tell the way to get by,
is the sharpened blade against my thigh
They tell its all lies,
They tell to do bad things,
things i never imagined before I was 11
Things like, you deserve to die
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Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
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