Voices

I hear these voices,
In my head,
They make me cry,
And I wish I was dead.

I hear these voices,
All around,
They've escaped,
Now everyones thinking them out loud.

I hear these voices,
I see the blood pour from my wrists,
I feel the tears slide down my face,
I hear nothing, nothing at all.

I hear these voices,
I put on a show, a smile,
No one knows,
That it's gone after awhile.

I hear these voices,
I play out this fake life,
People think I'm happy,
Then I get home and reach for my knife.

I hear these voices,
These ones are different,
These ones are nice,
But I can't hear them anymore,
I'm too broken,
I'm too fake.

I hear these voices,
I hate those voices,
I hate that voice,
Yet it's mine...