Bleeding tips, and fallen tears
sinking into the soil
All of those who've fallen
those shattered and bruised
The unusual bunch of us
crying underneath tears of a night moon
Sad, and bleeding in our pains.

A lit fuse is my depression
ready to explode
Still no one can ever behold such an event,
instead I only implode.

Why does it feel like I'm dying inside,
slowly breaking down into a trillion pieces
Lost in the deep thought of questioning my existence,
Too many voices in my head tell me if I die now
not a lot would miss us.

Shut up,
stopping screaming in my head
I can barely hear myself breathing,
with so many voices in my head forcing in
a give in, I might give out.

Such loud voices always put me on the wrong side,
Giving their petition to have me at the place of suicide.

Shut up,
I'm not forced into listening
you're too loud, and unjust to any of my cause
I cover my ears, trying my best to resist those loud whispers.

Slowly telling me I'm worth nothing,
I've never brought anything to the table
All these voices running horse trials in my head,
need to find their place and be stable.

For if I keep listening to them,
I give them a better chance of winning
The grand scheme of it all is they only
want my downfall.
Still even when I fall, I'm not always going to be down.

I'll rise soon enough
for soon enough I'll prevail over the voices.

Shut them out,
and let the echoes dissappear.
Rising above the voices,
above they ones trying to bring me down.

Rising over chaotic voices.