The voices whisper in my ear
Well, more like scream
"Cut yourself"
This isn't a dream
I'm wide awake
Or so it seems
During these hours my scars glimmer and gleem as something tells me it's okay for them to be seen
The voices act like a two-faced friend
You do what they want and they will defend
but as soon as you disobey
They will scream and prey
on your emotions
all that you feel will be hell
While the only word they scream is kill
Until you give in to their first command
then there you have it
Depression makes the blade
Your only friend
©katherine
K