Those thoughts keep coming back,
My mind forever being attacked,
They scream and screech, and circle my head,
My voice rings out but is only heard by the dead.
Some try, but they will never understand,
I try to call out but they guide my hand,
They promise the pain will stop,
Encourage my salty tears to match the scarlet blood drops.
No one realises the worst way to cry,
No one sees why the voices take you so high,
Because everyone knows what goes up must come down,
It's only too late when you realise you'll drown.
But it's not about the ordinary days,
And it's not about the times I've stuttered okays,
It's not about how "ungrateful" I am,
It's not about some attention scam.
It's about the days that nobody sees,
It's about the voices and what you believe,
It's about the battle inside you that nobody hears,
It's about the depth inside you that you truly fear.
But my story is not one to be shared,
Should not fall upon ears who might've cared,
They say wait, only time will tell,
But even time itself knows my story doesn't end well.
Sometimes they stop singing,
And their voices stop ringing,
Sometimes I thank the heavens it's stopped,
But that's before all hope is dropped,
That is when the voices like to begin the real fun,
When the voices merge into one,
When they truly begin to sin,
And the true fear sets in,
For I finally realise I will never be free,
For the voice that torments me is the one that belongs to me.
