The voices
As I'm lying here....
In my bed....
The voices whisper
in my head...
Get the knife.....
get the rope....
End your life....
And end all hope...
Grab a gun...
Put it to your head...
Pull the trigger...
And soon you'll be dead...
I close my eyes...
and listen no more...
The voices wont stop,
'till they win the war...
thirteen years old and thinking of suicide...
I know there's no point...
My soul has already died
by
13YearOldAngelposted on 12/05/2007
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