Not a minute passes that you don't consume my mind.
Im in constant agony with the thoughts that should not be mine.

This is a battle that I have fought for many years.
I have surrendered, I have lost to the mirrors.

Many say I have nothing to fret over, nothing to worry about.
Their words mean nothing though, there is always doubt.

People don't know how much this tears me apart, how it leaves scars.
It's as if there is a demon keeping my confidence behind bars.

I fear so much because of the effect this has on me.
It's a lie I continue to believe.

The things I have done to ease the voices...
Worst of all they were all of my choices.

The road Ive been walking is one without a finish line.
Because how can you win when youre dying.