Voices are in my head.
Telling me of my Forgottens.
I try to drown them out,
But with each attempt...
They grow louder.
I start to cut...
With each one I hear them yell.
The more I do...
The fainter they become.
With each drop of blood,
They slowly drain away.
Not knowing where they go,
And wondering if they will return.
I cry...
Afraid they will come back...
Afraid of the Forgottens...
Afraid of the pain...
I Sleep...
I hear them creeping...
Waiting for me to awake...
But I fall deeper into the darkness...
To never hear them again.
