Slash,

Cut,

Stitched,

Burned,

Stabbed,

Bruised.

I've done it all.

Anything to make the voices go away.

I swallowed some pills,

And drank peroxide,

Anything to take me from the pain.

I vomited blood 

And lost consciousness,

Then they found me,

Almost dead on the floor.

Finally my love ones found out,

They locked me away.

Sent me to a cell

And called for a shrink,

Said there's something wrong

With me.

They gave me meds

And made me talk.

They forced food down my throat,

They spoon fed me lies.

They said it's all inside 

And that what I hear

Is all my choice.

If it were my choice,

Do you think I would've let them 

Talk me down

For this long?

Soon they voices seemed to 

Fade,

And these pills became 

My final 

Vices.