The Voices

There's monsters in my head
They're no longer under my bed
They're trying to kill me
If you could only see what they do to me
They make me do bad things
I cut, I cry, I want to die
I'm being buried alive
I can't fight
I can't hide
I can't run
Or I will die
Sooner or later the monsters will win
And i will meet my
Demise