These Voices

These voices are calling my name,
tugging and grabbing at my brain.
Telling me to do things I know are not right,
With these urges I try to fight.

I hear you... you know I do,
Is that me screaming or is that you.
I open my mouth to speak,
But they say hold back your just too weak.

These voices whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Only telling me stories just what I want to hear.
They convince me that what is right is wrong,
I try to block it out, but the force is way too strong.

I'm listening now to the commotion in my head,
They tell me to grab the knife and let it bleed out red.
Or should she swallow,
And never rise to see her tomorrow.

These voices volume slowly intensifies,
They say tighten up you wimp no need to cry.
Which way should I go.. I grab the pills to take me to never neverland,
And have the blade in my other hand.

I think about mom and how she'd weep,
And Dad how he'd lay by my bed and cry himself to sleep.
Remembering how my brothers use to make me smile,
And how my sisters children wont be seeing me for awhile.

I then scream and shout,
Telling all these voice to leave and get out.
I stare at myself in the mirror saying I'm stronger than this,
Living my life is something I just don't want to miss.