There's a sad dark voice
deep down in my head,
it speaks to me
and says I'm coming ahead

As I sit on my bed
in the fetal position,
my eyes are closed
hoping and wishing.

Maybe one day
my dreams will come true,
and I won't have to sit here
so scared and blue.

The voice keeps talking
about how I'm going to die,
and all I can do
is sit there and cry.

As the voice gets closer
and sucks me in,
my soul starts to burn
as so does my skin.

I don't ask for much
Juse please replace the knife
But I undersatnd
You are busy with your life