Alone in my room,
I sit and stare,
Patiently waiting for the voices,
To tell me they're there.
Daily i take my medication,
Waiting while they finish they're conversation,
An hour or two will go by without a word.
Quietly squabbaling one, two, here comes the third.
Headphones are a must every day,
They silence the voices no matter what they say,
Kill Kill Kill is what they shout,
But my mind it's constantly in doubt.
Now there is something i must confess,
These voices are putting me through so much distress.
The doctor keeps telling me i have a boderline personality disorder,
I keep telling them i'm just waiting for there court order.
Theyre ordering me to kill myself,
I scream, I cant. I cant kill oneself.
I'm fighting to stay alive,
I wish just one day i could strive and thrive.
The highest rate of suicide,
I can't understand why these things don't abide.
Imagine your worst fears all coming true,
Then imagine what you think you'd do.
Slit your wrists
Take all those pills,
Take a drink,
Oh come on i insist.
