Whispers of Madness

Why do I try?
All I do is fail.
The voices were right,
I'm nothing but a disappointment.

Once again i talk about them.
As if they were real.
They are though,
Right?

I guess I am crazy
just as they say
I should have accepted that
from the first day

I hate my life
I want it to end
I'm sick of this shit
and those little girls

I think I'm getting worse
I see them dance around me
Laughing and playing and smiling
at me with wicked intensity

They all look at me
They say how weird I am
I walk down the halls
They laugh at the girl who's not right in the head

I want them dead!
I do!
Not THEM!
ME!

I know it's hard for me to talk
It's hard for me to care
I'm not good at trust
I rarely have emotion

My life is a sea of chaos
but who is my rock
The voices are everywhere and nowhere at all
They're neither here nor there

The people don't care
they're fish
I'm interesting to watch
but if I try to get close to them, they'll run away

run away in fear
Fear of the girl who talks
talks to the voices in her head
The girl who talks about death

They whisper about me, like I can't hear
"She's possessed"
"She's the spawn of satan"
"I think she's a demon"

The people will say those things to me
My voices don't like it
My voices don't like them
My voices want them dead

The voices say scary things
"Kill her family in front of her"
"Slit his throat"
"Stab them all"

When they're so many whispers
In and out of my head
it really is a wonder
that I have not taken my life