A girl crippled by the depressing voices circling her head
What was the answer they needed
How could you make them quite
The voices were there always
Though the suicidal nights
Though the days filled with anxiety
Though the days she was called a *******
The voices were there while she was being beat
There were there tending to the cuts on her arms
They were there the night she snorted *******
The voices were more comforting then actual people
People ****** her over
When it comes down to it
People will disappear
The voices will be there till the end whispering
One more line one more cut one more cigarette
One more and you will be free forever