Voices that never stop

Sometimes, I wonder if I'll be better off washing down these pills with a bottle of whiskey, my eyes are heavy, and my mind is scary. These voices are getting louder and louder kinda getting difficult to realize what thoughts are actually my own. No one really understands. Always pushing me to go to therapy, but only if they really knew the things that go through my creative thoughts of what I want to do. They always want to talk talk talk, not giving a damn about what I really need.

My best friend is locked away, but sometimes I wonder if I should take the key and unlock his cell and lay next to em. Maybe then I'll get the help I truly need.

Growing up, I was always told anything up or around after midnight wasn't good. Well, I guess I'm no good. Everyone is asleep, and I'm contemplating with my thoughts. Wondering is this what a dark hole is if so well it fucking sucks. But oh well can't fix it now, it isn't like you give a damn anyway. The reaper has been watching me for years Maybe it's time I go visit.

My best friend is locked away but sometimes I wonder if I should take the key and unlock his cell and lay next to em. Maybe then I'll get the help I truly need.

These voices won't stop, the thoughts keep flowing, I just want to sleep I'm tired. I can't keep fighting what isn't there. I'm just floating into space and for the first time no voices are coming through. Goodnight so long farewell and goodbye.