Little voices in my head.
Screaming at me repeating the things you said...

This is my cry for help.
Ive went to family...

There was this lady.
Who took me in...

My mom has been worried.
My sisters don't care...

I cant take this any more.
I am left behind closed doors...

I feel as if I have nothing left.
Nothing to hold on to as the days go on...

My knife is no longer my God.
I don't need it to survive...

I'm so glad to have you back.
Its no longer your love that I lack...

I love you.
You don't know me...

Adam was my first and last love.
God sent him from above...

I look back upon my life.
I revolve around this knife...

I look around.
What do I see...