The Voices In My Head

The voices, they're there,
in the depths of my mind,
They give me new ideas,
tell me things I could find.

"If you do this,
you'll be happy and free,
listen to us and things will get better,
come on, you'll see!"

I try not to listen,
I try to block them out.
It gets harder each day,
and in myself I am starting to doubt.

What if these voices,
are telling the truth?
Maybe I am the liar,
and rash in my youth.

The voices grow stronger,
with each passing day.
I find myself listening,
to what they have to say.

At first I am drawn,
to the things I am told,
I can't get enough,
the voices never grow old.

But then, things start to change,
the voices get mad,
when I don't like what they say,
and I realize, "they aren't just a fad."

These voices are serious,
I can no longer ignore.
They tell me to hurt myself,
I wake up bleeding, and sore.

I need to get help,
things are only getting worse,
if the voices don't stop,
I'm headed for a hearse.

I somehow get the courage,
to walk up the stairs,
to the doctor's city office,
I can only hope he cares.

I want him to make them go away,
but he says I can't do that,
that only I can.
Now the world seems flat.

I'm going to do my best,
I want them out of my head,
I'm scared for my life.
These voices want me dead....