I want to know
why im never good enough
I want to know
What happened,
What made you change your mind
I want to know
What's wrong with me
I want to know
Why some nights I toss and turn and some nights I can't keep my eyes open past 7
I want to know
Why dragging a blade across my skin makes me feel better
I want to know
Why it's hard to breathe sometimes
I want to know
How to stop the voices
I want to know
Why I hear voices,
It's like my own voice,
But in my head
Badgering me,
Harassing me,
Scaring me,
Demanding answers.
It starts off soft, slow: 'why weren't you good enough for him?'
Then it gets louder, less friendly: 'probably cause you're fat, and if not that then you're just ugly'.
I want to know
If the headaches will ever stop
I want to know if any of these pills this man, with many framed papers on his wall,
is giving me are going to help me
I want to know
If I'll ever get better.