Voices

I hear it all day, I hear it all night.
Whispers of finally
Retreating the fight.
They're in my thoughts,
Controlling my mind,
no escape, nor hope to find.
They tell me to
Scream, and make me cry.
Haunted, taunted,
Tortured and trapped.
Redemptions no use,
Once you're cracked
Hide from the world,
Hide from the shame,
Bury the evidence, and murder the pain.
Run from the past, then plead with time..
But the voices still play
And mess with my mind.