EverestNeko

I'm tired of being here, all locked up in my head. Every day I hear a whisper, and I'm closer to being dead. Something taps me on the shoulder, something I can't fight. When it talks in that low voice, my eyes are shut so tight. Once it gets to a cetain point, and I'm still sitting on the ground, it tells me to do things, I'm trying to ignore the sound. Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence, and I can hear a hint of sorrow. Even when it's telling me, I won't live to see tomorrow. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to do. I'm still hearing it now, and I'm still suffering too. I can't tell what its weak

Images of bleeding lines Dreams of pain and screams If I close my eyes I see it If I open them I want it Is it wrong that I can see it? That I can see myself in pain That I want to feel the hurt I only want to feel alive Images of blades and pins They haunt my every dream If only it could be reality But that's not very good now is it? The scars are fading And I'll miss them so Proof that I was once alive That I am real Are you trying to make me fall Tempting me to break You want me to fail I want me to fail I want to sit and cry And drown in my own tears To drown in tears and blood Can I give up now? Don't tell me that