Voices
Voices every where
Whispering
'Why do you have to be a failure'
'Why can't you be normal'
'Why can't you be more like her'
'Why were you even born'
The voices
They wouldn't stop
They kept whispering
They didn't want me for who I was
They wanted to turn me into someone they wanted
And it hurt, very bad
With a razor in my hand,
I did what felt right
A cut turned into two,
Two turned into three,
Till I could count no more
Closing my eyes, I smiled, knowing they can't hurt me anymore....
