Fly Away

Voices in my Head

There are voices in my head.
I heard them first when I was five.
Hard to wrap around my mind,
I asked "Do you want to be my friends?"

There are voices in my head.
Friends. Let's be friends.
They sang a macabre song:
About corpses and a hôtel de la mort.

There are voices in my head.
By eight, they were my favourite friends.
I sang and danced and played with them.
And then something peculiar...

There are voices in my head.
I thought everyone had such friends.
I asked in school and they didn't know,
So at nine, I sat at the bench, all alone.

There are voices in my head.
We're here for you. We want to be.
"I'm not alone, I have my friends".
And then they were my only friends.

There are voices in my head.
They see everything and hear every shout.
I've started to see them around the house.
So you can see us better, dear friend.

There are voices in my head.
They grow louder and louder everyday.
My thoughts are lost in their roars.
So you can hear us better, dear friend.

There are voices in my head.
Sometimes I see their smiles,
Long teeth, sharp as knives.
So we can eat you better, dear friend.

There are voices in my head.
At twelve now, I know something's wrong.
Why do I think about blood when bored?
I think the voices need to go.

There are voices in my head.
Let us stay, we're your friends.
They plead and cry but then realise;
That none of it will work.

There are voices in my head.
And they are angry.
The voices want to stay in my head.
And so they keep banging and kicking and screaming.

There are voices in my head.
And they're screaming a scream so loud,
Ear-piercing, confusing, daunting, flaunting the
Ability to throw me off my balance.

There are voices in my head.
And they are not leaving.
They stick to my thoughts and venture out
When I am finally reclining.

There are voices in my head.
They are my worst. My hurt.
You can't escape us, dear friend.
They say as they consume me.

There are voices in my head.
The voices haven't left.
But now I know a way
To make them leave, nowhere to stay.

There are voices in my head.
I face them headlong with my grit,
For now I know the root of this
Dangerous and hard to do.

There are voices in my head.
They hide in crevices dark, bereft.
To rid myself of them, I face my colossal doubt.
I face it and grab and smash it to pieces.

There are no voices in my head.
They broke when I stepped on the pieces.
They ripped and tore at the seams,
Storming out of my mind in a blustering heap.

There are voices in my head.
And now they only speak.
Of things I've seen, heard or felt.
These are my voices.

I can finally hear my thoughts.