There must be something more,
than nights spent with them,
and wandering though my mind,
and wondering where I am.
Their not so bad,
they tell me they've been watching,
they are my friends,
invisible, but haunting.
People say I've gone mad,
the voices shouldn't be heard,
at least not by someone sane,
but than again, I'm so unsure.
But to hell,
with all of the nonsense,
I know just who I am,
and have no room for other comments.
Alone in my mind I shall spend out my days,
alone,
but not really,
the voices are here to stay.