I used to have a voice
In my head
Telling me the reason
Why I do things

Now I despise that voice
Even though it is the
Voice of Reason

When you only listen
To the sadness
Anger and malice
In the voice
Of others
You end up
Below the empty well

How can I be helped?
Is there a way back up
From the dark well?
How does someone
Help herself
Trapped only with
The wrong voices
Inside her head?

Day by day
I will lose a fingernail
Climbing out
Of the silent well
I had sorrowfully
dropped my mind into
But I will gain what I have lost
And if hope will allow
Grow back my jaw
And you will hear
The solution
To fill the well inside of you