The Written Proof

3. Deep

There seems to be something wrong with me
But when someone tries to find it they cannot see
Is it real or is it all in my head
A hallucination, or am I better off dead

This sickness is trying to take over me
Can't you tell I'm trying to make them see
The millions of things that are wrong with me
Why can't they see

I've been trying to find my way out of hell
But I don't think that it's going well
The little things they said are getting under my skin
The voices in my head tell me that they're gonna pay for what they did.

I know I'm broken but I don't really care
I look inside and I see the memories that are still there
I looked far, I looked wide
I even looked inside
But now there's no where to hide

I hear the voices...
(Listen when we talk to you!)
They're in my head...
(What did you do this time!)
They say I'm broken...
(Your a broken piece of shit!)
They say that I'm better off dead...
(Jeez sometimes I wonder how we got stuck with you!)

I don't think I can deal with this anymore
They've said that my whole life is torn
What I'm waiting for is my escape
I've tried to reason that there's nothing wrong with me
But now I can't fight back no more
When I leave I will just lock that door

(What the hell did I just write?! That is some deep shit)