Psycho

I hear them.
Every.
Single.
Day.
They talk to me.
Tell me to do things.
I cut myself,
just for the pain,
for the rush.
It's intoxicating.
They told me to do it.
They want me to do it.
I have to obey them.
They saved my life.
I would die if I don't obey them.
Sometimes I wish they would stop.
Sometimes I wish that they could be my friends.
My real friends don't care.
They don't give a DAMN.
But these voices care.
I NEED them.
They are my masters.
I am their slave.
They are my only true friends.