WARNING TRIGGERING
"Dear little voices in my head.
Why is it you want me dead?
The pills won’t work, don’t you see?
And that knife, it’s not enough for me.
If I pack my bag, where will I go?
And how do I get there, I don’t know.
I guess I follow you, follow your screams.
Pray you’re there for more than my dreams.
To scare me enough to have me be done.
And convince me, that I’ve got to run.
Dear little voices, wracking my brain.
Why is it you want to drive me insane?
With sleepless nights, the need to forget.
You know, I’d run right now without any regret.
Silly voices, you’re not good at what you do.
Because you’ve been overpowered, it’s true.
But somebody that cared, for just long enough.
To prove that running was just too tough.
Will you try to overpower, or will you give in?
I wonder if you’ll listen, or if you’ll lead me to sin."
Poem; Dear Little Voices.