I am worthless
And here without a purpose.
No relevance
But hardly any eloquence.
Feeling like a slave to voices in my head
But apparently without them, they say I would be dead.
If I don't trust them, they'll start to count to ten.
1, 2, 3, 4 now your friends are dead.
They secretly hate you, they yell, they scream.
They keep repeating and repeating 'till I burst at the seams.
I break down in my bathroom, trying to breathe for air
But I already know that the voices don't care.
They don't care who you are, where they go, who they infect
But always they always are there and they'll always keep you wrecked.
They all say, "go and ask for help"
But the only thing I can do is hurt myself.
