I hear the voices in my head
They speak to me, wishing me dead
A gun, a knife, or even some rope
Because this life I live, is growing hard to cope

Pain and suffering, torture and guilt
Crimson tears, that I have spilt
Waterfalls falling, from within my eyes
Of wishes to be different, a human disguise

They scream at me, voices so loud
Impossible to hear my own, from inside the crowd
Man, woman and child, they're all the same
Through them all, they shout my name

I scream out hard, to leave me alone
But all I hear, is them softly groan
I open my eyes, a room so white
A padded cell, my room for life