The voices are my friends
I think it's kind of sad
that I can hear my own heartbeat
does anyone notice me
no one notices me
I sit on the edge of my bed
for hours on end
thinking to myself
just go a little deeper
The voices have almost won
I'm holding onto you
my last hope
my last chance
When we don't talk
the voices get louder
they scream about you
they don't like you
But I do like you
I love you
I don't know why
they want me to end you
They almost convinced me
I held the knife behind my sweater
I was so close but
you woke up and smiled
How can my friends not like you
how could they want me to take away
such a beautiful smile
the smile that silences the voices
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