It's not that I hear voices
I just imagine it all so slow
The looks upon faces
How it's better when i go

The world without me in it,
Seems such a better place
Free from worldly trouble
With no one on my case

Inadequacy takes over
A cut helps calm the stress
No one understands me
Who have I got to impress?

Forever dreaming of the end
I loathe every inch of myself
Nothing makes it better
Pills, *** or wealth

Too self involved to do the deed
Drowning cannot succeed
Lacking passion never tears
Bland, mundane for all these years