This voice is controlling me,
With every thought it comes.
This voice in my head,
It runs in my head.
There is a voice in me,
It is me.
This little voice in my head,
Is telling me who to be.
This voice,
Although as bad as it may be.
That little voice,
Is controlling me.
I have a voice in my head,
It tells me wrong.
That little bad voice,
Changes the song.
It tells me to cut,
It tells me to die.
It tells me to jump,
It comes with a sigh.
This so called voice,
Only comes at times.
In times of depression,
In times of crimes.
With the depression,
A sigh and a frown.
This little voice,
Brings me down.
I am too far gone,
To ever return.
This depression around me,
How can I learn?
I cannot help,
What I feel inside.
I cannot control it,
Even as I cried.
I go to my friends,
They can never help.
All they can do,
Is watch me yell.
I cry out for then,
They can do nothing.
All their help,
Is not that something.
No one can help,
Only the mental institute.
But I shall not go there,
Those words go on mute.
He tried to help,
He guides me through.
But this voice in my head,
Knows what to do.
It is stronger,
Stronger than you.
It is stronger than everyone,
It knows what to do.
I can never control it,
Not a word or phrase.
Nothing can help,
It is all just a daze.
Thank you,
For all your concern.
But as far as I know,
There is nothing to yearn.
I have been able to stop more than once,
But I do not know how much longer I can.
This voice is stronger and powerful,
Much stronger than the man.
This voice,
This voice.
It is all in my head,
It was never my choice.
*So I have a bad voice in my head... Oops... Bye*
