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Voices, voices, voices.
I hear them whispering.
I hear them talking.
Asking me to follow them.
Calling me from deep within.

I always see you before I am awake.
Is it a vision of you?
or is it a shade of a past I can't let go?
I used to reside inside my mind,
but it can't be called a home anymore.

My sanity is a person
standing against a shattered mirror.
Seeing a different face reflecting
on each single piece.
Are they all residing within me?
And why can't I see my face among them?

Right now I have to question
the reality of everything.
I swear I saw you
getting ready for school this morning,
but you don't even live here anymore.
You don't live anymore.

I've stayed in hiding for so long,
but now my mind is falling apart,
and I need to look for a new home.
Now that I am outside I can see it clearly,
and I have to question
what this poisoned mind have been feeding me.
Were you ever real?
I need you to answer me
maybe in a vision,
or would it be a glimpse in a past my mind can no longer see?