Voices..
Are in my bloody head,
They talk..
Even when I'm in bed,
Seeping..
Thoughts into my brain,
Not like anyone cares.
Cuts are ....
on both my arms and legs,
Even one left on top my head,
Stained with a glowing crimson red,
My soul is gone its dead.
IM not a tough kid.
Had it really rough kid.
Crying isn't enough kid.
Voices in my head kid.
IM not a bad kid
IM just a really sad kid.
Mom and dad are gone kid.
IM never a glad kid.
Say the voices....
Die.
Say the voices....
Voices always are in control,
Do things I don't even know of,
Tell me things that I do not like,
Empathy instead of love.
My mommy used to sing me songs,
But now she is a long a gone,
What I did was so very wrong,
So I just had to leave.
IM not a tough kid.
Had it really rough kid.
Crying ain't enough kid.
Voices in my head kid.
IM not a bad kid
IM just a really sad kid.
Mom and dad are gone kid.
IM never a glad kid.
Say the voices....
Die.
Say the voices....
Die.
The voice is always really bad..
Oh..
When the voices get mad.
They tell me things just for fun..
They say things I should do.
They say "dont ever ask why just pick up the knife and find your stuff and go."
Say the voices.
"Die"
Say the voices.
"D I E"
