Voices

All I hear

In my head

Are these voices

All they said

Is I should be dead

Time slips like mind trips

Tight grip on my vices

I wish I could lift myself out this environment

I admit

I have been

Tired and adamant

That I just have to quit

I cannot make it

Why fake it, just say it

Soon I'll have to face it

And these words keep playing all day in my head

Till I feel restraint and I'm laying in bed

Don't wanna go make shit

I'll stay here instead

All day, haven't ate yet

No crackers, no bread

All due to the voices that make me feel less

All I hear

In my head

Are these voices

All they said

Is I should be dead

Lately I'm talking to myself some more

Hearing whispers from walls

And some cries from the floor

And the worst thing about it is they do reply

When I'm screaming for mercy from the demons inside

Losing control of the time on the clock

As the hand strikes twelve, I'm slipping to shock

Cause I've seen it do this about four times before

Since the last time I awoke, I haven't slept and I'm sore

I'm hungry and ugly, a dummy that's running from his own damn shadow

Slowly I'm crumbling

All I hear

In my head

Are these voices

All they said

Is I should be dead