V O I C E S

Running in circles

Color me conflicted

Am I worthless?

Or just inflicted?

Down one rabbit hole

Back up the next

Lies bleeding my soul

The truth has me wrecked

People pretend to know

What it’s like to die inside

A facade meant to show

That “hey, at least I tried”

No one knows how to help

Those who cannibalize themselves

Put me on the shelf

My brain to rot into a thousand hells

Leave me with my thoughts

A wicked friend turned foe

The truth feels lost

Under a mountain of snow

A choir, an echo rises

It drowns what’s left

My heart is full of fire

These voices leave me oppressed


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