Tormented

I never thought my mind would
Crumple, folding itself into a prison with
Depression and hell
My ears,hear things that no
One else can hear
There’s no escape from the
War that goes on in my mind
Voices, they want me dead
Words drift through my head
"Worthless" "Kill yourself" "You deserve pain"
Even if I were deaf, I’d still hear them
They've engulfed my brain, I'm a pyshcotic mess
They keep me up until all hours of the 
Night, someone else’s thoughts taking
Hold of my mind
I'm missunderstood labeled as “crazy” and “ill,”
The word “tormented” better fits the bill.