Voices

Everything iS coming in
pushing me and pulling me
the anger is building and needs to come out
so to do so i must cut
I need to see the blood
I need to feel the pain
I need these voices to get out of my head
the voices just won't go away
just won't leave me alone
I need the silence
I need the torture in a different way
I need to see that red liquid come out of my veins
I need to hear it drip to the floor-
becomes a puddle but means much more
Don't want to scream
Don't want to cry
Just want to bleed
But not to die
Whats to do, nothing much
Just keep cutting until its time