I hate when the voices go silent,
The ones inside of my head,
Cause when they do it usually means
They're planning for me to be dead,
I tell them to leave me alone,
But you see that just doesn't work,
Then they try to take over,
And make me twitch or quirk,
I want them out,
but they don't like to listen,
They think it's really nice,
To see red liquid glisten,
They make me take more pills,
More than I do need,
And last week I did drugs,
They forced me to smoke weed,
My boyfriend doesn't know,
I just tell him that I'm fine,
But the voices don't want me to be,
So I guess that i am lyin,
I carved another word today,
Right into my wrist,
And cried until the morning,
Balling up my fists,
But I'm not mad at my voices,
I am mad at me,
I let all of them in,
And nobody can see,
They're killing me slowly,
But I will deny,
I lie about my issues,
I say that I don't cry,
Please get these voices,
out of my head,
Before I'm eternally
Put to bed.
