i sit here on the floor
shaking in fear
the voice has come back to get me...
come back to get revenge...
i sit here with broken glass in one hand and in the other- blood...
the voice drives me to do this.
i've lost my mind.
the voice has taken over...
all because of
YOU!
your pushing and nagging...
your noseyness may cost you my life...
you've driven what little bit of sanity i had AWAY!
all you do it butt in...
GET OUT!
can't you see i've gone mad?
the voice...he helps me cope...
IF I CAN'T CUT YOU I'LL CUT MYSELF!
my small,sweaty grip on sanity has been lost...
now i'm falling away...
away down a dark hole...
the blood drips off my arm like sheats of sweat...
my door is locked no one can get me but the voice...
your nagging brings the voice back!
your constant "efforts" to try and change the person i am make the
voice come back
he doesn't like you...he doesn't like me...he hates you ALL!
TIME slips through my feeble,tiny grasp like water
it has no hold on me
it has no meaning
i drive the glass in deeper...i feel COLD
i feel the life slip out of ME
i told you your constant nagging would cost you my LIFE

 
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