poetry for the broken

you have to believe me

you have to believe me

I'm not lying
I'm not crazy
I'm not insane

see they started off as whispers and then they turned into a full on voices living in my head

I know what I'm talking about

I know there is no cure

I know not a lot of people last that long with these voices

I know this is not a joke

I know that if they stay I might actually go insane

you see I didn't bring them hear

they came from all those people who saw a innocent girl and took advantage of her

of her kindness

and they put words that are reapeted everyday

worthless

ugly

never amount to anything

stupid

fat

and these voice repeat everyday as if a CD is playing

you can't tell them to stop it's there little game so that way people like me can go insane.

you have to believe me there's no cure until that day they drive me deep into the grave