Voices
Music is supposed to be soothing,
but a persons choosing
depends on what drowns
out the most sounds
in your head. Scream,
don't you get what they mean?
Doesn't it make you feel like trying?
Doesn't it make feel like dying?
The voices hum and speak,
don't worry you aren't the only freak,
I hear them too, whispering
till you cant stop listening.
They are part of you.
They are your cure
to grow, to live, to rebel
then never to tell
what follows you actions
leaving the truth in fractions,
secrets between you and them
Your own private gem.
Let the voices guide
you, in them confide.