These voices, I hear them, everyday.
24/7.
They tell me to give up,
That I'm not pretty enough and that I'm fat.
They tell me to cut deeper,
They always point out my flaws.
They always compare me to other girls.
I use to think that I was crazy, hearing voices but now,
I've grown used to hearing my demons.
I don't love them and they don't love me.
They always tell me to cut one more time and always deeper.
I always do as they say, I owe it to them,
They have been there with me, through thick and thin.
I know that I need help,
But the voices won't let me,
They know the truth,
They know that I will get locked up in a padded cell.
They do care about me, I think.
