Haunting voices in my head,
Twisted, broken, tortured, Dead.
Shouting, pounding, screaming to be let out,
Leaving my thoughts, clouded with doubt.
Fat, ugly, Not worth it at all,
Its at the point where I'm beginning to fall.
Fall from the edge, from sanity, from life,
My body betrays me, scars from a mental knife.
Ruined, imperfect, fake as can be,
The voices whisper, the dead on is me.