Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Voices

I can see them from the corner of my eye
They creep around, just out of sight
I hear them talking, a whisper in the breeze
I am going crazy, or so it seems

The are sitting there in my head
Telling me I’m worthless, better off dead
It feels like a disease, running in my veins
I try to make it go away but only I am to blame

I brought this on myself
Sitting in my room, never asking for help
The shadows sit there mocking me
I try all I can but can’t break free

I sit there and just take it all in
I shake my head, Hell I can’t win
If I’m crazy I might as well embrace this

And with that, I disappear into the mist.