Maybe the voice that hates me,
Is just a shadow in my head.
Maybe it's not real,
Maybe it doesn't really want me dead.

Either way, I hear it,
Chipping away at my soul.
I'm tempted to listen to it,
But ignoring it is my goal.

I hear it every time I see
My siblings happy without me.
I hear it when I see them far away,
I wish for us to be close some day.

I hear it when I close my eyes
And think of what I have achieved.
That's nothing, by the way,
In case you cannot see.

Father says it's not real,
It's the paranoia speaking.
He is worried about me
But I have been thinking.

The voice I hear inside my head,
The reason I'm saying this,
It tells me I'm too lost now,
Tells me I'm not worth it.

Do I listen? Should I?
Listen to it's words?
Well I can tell you one thing,
I'll remain on this earth.

I may get strange thoughts sometimes,
I may watch the knives move,
But they'll never touch me,
I'm not in the mood.

And nor should I ever be,
Please don't worry now.
I'll ignore the voice, save my body,
Keep it safe and sound.

The paranoia is coming, Mother,
But please don't frown.
This may have been bad but smile,
It won't knock me down.