Voices

There are people talking in my head,
when I listen close they whisper.
Talk of nothing real, almost all surreal,
but always something that I just cant hear.
Dodging looks down the street, when they talk to me,
when I whisper back, when I try to drown them out.
Tell me what to do, make them go away,
they're all that I've got and that's a disease with no cure.
Cant you believe me now?
Do you see what it is?
Distant voices echoing, screaming in my ear,
telling me to burn this place and bottle up my fear.
Don't touch me please, I'm dying.
My souls burnt up, cheeks raw from crying.
I'll do whatever it takes, how long will it take?
I wake up staring at these walls, make friends with dead shadows.
I hear these voices in my death,
they say I'm only pretty when I'm crying..