Voices

Maybe millions, maybe one.
Stay, or you'll be gone.
I don't need millions, I don't need one.
I don't know what it is with everyone.

Say I'm ugly, fat or worthless.
Dumb, creepy or a mess.
Voices believe it.
They make it fit.

"I'm gonna celebrate if you commit suicide."
Why do they say that, they can it hide?
They make me feel bad.
And make me sad.

What did I do wrong?
I need to stay strong.
Voices in my head.
Repeating what they said.

Voices in my head.
Some of them want me dead.
Just like people in real life.
But I won't give up, I'm gonna survive.

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