I sat alone inside my head,
Up all night in my cold bed.
Remember what my voices said,
“You should be dead, you should be dead!”
They pick at my sad, decaying brain,
They make everyone think that I’m insane,
All I want is to feel real pain,
Now cutting myself is hard to refrain.
I hope my suicide
Attempts reside,
I’m locked inside,
And I’ve applied
To Hell.