Her Voices

Her voices tell her what to do
Like where to go and who to screw
They tell her she's not beautiful
they tell her you're not great
the only thing she gets
is "Is death will do you great ".
she followed these words
But they took her by surprise
As she watched her body start to rise
But as she looked down
another her..with a bloody knife in her hand
and she could feel her pain
the voices were no longer a game
She thought they would lead her to happiness
A life of joy
A life of dreams
But now She has no life
All because those voices
that killed her that day
The depression overcomes her
Her death is what she got
Maybe next time someone will remember
The price this girl paid
all because the voices she heard that dreadful day