Its weird,
Hearing voices you see,
I listen to them talk about me,
Theirs three.
I try to ignore there rants,
They talk shit about my past,
I'm feeling suicidal,
I just want this to pass.
They call me names,
Like dumbass and trash,
I lash out,
Grab a razor and slash.
Blood on the floor,
Voices in my head, they roar,
Can't ignore the feeling,
Of feeling like living your life, feels like a chore.
But you look...