I try to sleep, I try to cry
But I cannot blur these voices from my head
They never stop talking, they will never die
Everywhere I go I only here another
They take up my day and fill my night
I cannot stop them, I cannot help
I’m losing it, I cannot take it anymore
In my room,
I no longer try,
Try to cry
I stand on a chair, up close to the sealing
The fan is on; I feel the wind brush across my face
I slip the rope around my through, and jump…
I realize the voices are gone, but it’s much too late,
Fore I’m already dead


 
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