Why can't any one els here these voices other then me?
I've asked them to talk to other people but they wont hear my plea
I feel them watching when I'm alone
I hate when people think I'm crazy

They have made me their home
Twisting my thoughts as they roam
Change my memories as they multiply
I am lost and have become their little drone

I never know if what they say is a lie
If I was ever alone I would cry
But since I am not I scream
When I hear my kids will have them I want to die

I have asked doctors to scrub my brain clean
They are working on a scheme
To infect others by over throwing my head
I pretend to not know what they mean

I am in so much pain but still I dread
Being dead
But control I must redeem
So I slit my wrist and as bled
They told me this was just a dream