Slaughtered Soul

Blood is dripping down my hand
The wounds are not skin deep
sew me up and let em go
there is no time to weep

Talk to me and understand
you think you might know why
i have these voices in my head
telling me to die

It's not a mater of support
or having friends to spare
These people may be here for me
but do they really care?

Safe behind my neutral mask
they say i am improving
why then can i still see things
and feel this battle losing

creeping back into my mind
these thoughts will never go
dying from the inside out
these things you'll never know

Pull me from this walking dream
tell me what's the truth
show me which thought's are real
i do not need the proof

Which voice should i listen to?
which of them is reason?
Surely this act on my heart
is not a way of pleasing

These voices make me hurt myself
maybe that's their goal
one thing that i know for sure
i have a tortured soul