"You are loved, you are loved,* Someone whispers in your ear.
You are worthless, you are worthless," Someone's voice your forced to hear.

An argument, never dying, of voices always trying.
  One voice to bring you love and gain and the other bring hate and pain.
  Both voices sometimes shouting.

The scars you are forced to bear begin to weigh heavily upon your skin.
Until it all begins to finally sink in.
The lies I have been fed have won out.
The voice of love I heard were useless and of doubt.