Losing Grip

An itch that can't be scratched,
The voice in my mind won't leave,
He's laughing - never matched,
Speaking lies meant to decieve,

I don't know who I should be,
Where has my pride gone now?
This is not how I "picture" me,
I'm breaking down somehow,

I'm alone - the fear is setting,
My thoughts run from my mind,
What could I be forgetting?
Am I'm too lost to find?

I grip my pillow tight,
I've given up on crying,
My last moment ends tonight,
I will dream of dying...