The voices in my head haven't left
Sometimes its hard to get back up
Their voices pull me down
They're so loud
Maybe it's just cause your not around
Remember the memories?
The knifes and pens you throw at my heart,
Barely stings, not as bad as the words you throw for darts.
I guess,
Its probably better
Since you left.
But,
When you left,
You were only thinking of yourself,
I couldn't deal with your shit,
Not even in the deepest part of my heart, the pit.
